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“  i  desperately  need  to  know  who  is  willingly  spending  …  ”  voice  trailed  off  as  she  yanked  the  tag  of  the  polyester  nightmare,  nearly  took  the  garment  clean  off  the  hanger  with  the  haste  in  which  she’d  done  so.  “  seventy-five  american  dollars,  ”  inflection  in  her  voice  matched  the  look  of  utter  shock  on  her  face,  “  on  this  disaster.  my  god.  ”  as  if  on  cue,  a  fellow  student  sauntered  past  the  duo  donning  the  piece  in  question.  “  well,  ”  and  with  that,  she  let  go.  “  could  you  imagine  if  we  had  to  wear  a  uniform  ?  i’d  literally  transfer.  like  yeah,  i  get  that  it’s  easier  to  wake  up  three  seconds  before  a  class,  throw  it  on  and  go,  but  that’d  be  my  own  personal  hell.  no  wonder  people  in  private  school  are  all  carbon  copies  with  sticks  wedged  up  their  asses,  the  joy  of  curating  an  outfit  is  nowhere  to  be  found.  ”  matching  bellamy’s  theatrics,  jenny  exhaled  a  sigh  like  that  of  a  runner  who’d  just  completed  a  5k.  “  sorry,  what  exactly  are  we  here  for  ?  please  don’t  tell  me  it’s  for  those  god  awful  plaid  pajamas  over  there.  ”

STATUS: open MUSES: bellamy & your muse LOCATION: the student store

❝  whoever  is  designing  the  radcliffe  merch  in  the  student  store  needs  to  be  put  behind  bars  because  what  the  hell  even  are  those  ??  ❞  is  bellamy  being  a  bit  dramatic  ??  maybe.  should  she  maybe  reconsider  a  stint  in  the  theater  club  ??  also  maybe.  but  while  she  may  exude  some  melodrama,  she’s  not  a  liar  and  ugly  the  merch  is  !!  ❝  i  don’t  see  why  it’s  hard  to  literally  ask  the  fashion  design  majors  to  throw  something  together  as  part  of  their  capstone  projects.  i’d  put  my  wardrobe  in  their  hands  rather  than  whoever  is  trying  to  make  us  look  like  we’re  set  to  go  golfing  at  six  in  the  morning  in  florida.  ❞

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there’d  been  a  certain  aroma  in  the  air  …  distinct  smell  of  nail  polish,  headache-inducing  to  some  though  it  went  unnoticed  by  jenny  —  far  too  used  to  the  scent  as  she  shook  the  small  bottle.  how  she  hadn’t  gotten  it  confiscated  yet  was  a  mystery.  perhaps  it  was  due  to  the  mere  fact  that  she  always  made  it  a  point  to  compliment  the  professor’s  getups  ...  even  if  they'd  been  the  same  variation  every  other  day.  a  perk  for  being  polite,  she  supposed.  tiny  detailer  brush,  now  saturated  in  metallic  silver,  swept  along  her  thumb  nail,  precise  flicks  crafting  small  stars  over  the  powder  blue  polish.  “  and  what’s  so  obscene  is  that  —  ”  an  abrupt  pause  as  that  oh-so  familiar  voice  chimed  in,  eyes  peeking  up  from  behind  lashes  curled  in  a  coat  of  thick  mascara.  what  should've  garnered  a  blush  only  prompted  a  quirk  of  her  brow  ...  appearing unamused  and slightly annoyed by  such  praise.  "  is  that  so  ?  "  was  it  nice  to  hear though  ?  of  course.  would  she  admit  it  outright  ?  well,  "  beautiful  enough  to  take  on  a  romantic  candlelit  dinner  to  the  dining  hall  ? " small jab thrown with a smug grin.   " ... i  hear  that's  your  go-to  spot.  "  for  such  a  large  campus,  word  did  seem  to  travel  quite  fast.  finalizing her mini-masterpiece,  she  lifted  her  hand  and  extended  it  towards  him,  "  blow.  "

closed, for jenny ( @wileyed ). location, business classroom.

there is a certain aroma in the air that rowan finds himself basking into. hints of lavender , stars , roses , and love , and well , jenny wiley — quite impossible to ignore especially now seated in front of her. rowan had completely forgotten what they were talking about , something about stocks or a project in business class that he had zero intentions of getting back to if it meant he can discuss everything with her all over again and in a never - ending loop. ❝ i'm sorry , i have completely lost the topic of our conversation. would you mind starting from the very beginning? ❞ rowan speaks out of his trance , attention fully besotted with the other's beauty. though , a mischievous smirk could not hide his ulterior motive. thinly veiled anticipation builds within him , and after a deep sigh of captivity , he continues at the risk of appearing an oddity. ❝ i truly can't concentrate . . . ❞ you have bewitched me body and soul , he wanted to add. ❝ have i ever told you you're beautiful , jenny? you have become quite a distraction i forget every word i have ever uttered. ❞

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now, was that Fleurs du Mal? Sex Education | 3.07

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the  hook  had  been  thrown,  it  should’ve  been  a  matter  of  time  before  one  would  bite,  right  ?  yet  it  appeared,  despite  the  grandeur  displayed,  many  seemed  to  bypass  the  makeshift  mystic  altogether  — and  for  what,  a  stuffed  grey  wolf  that  would  no  doubt  burst  at  the  seams  if  you  held  it  too  tight  ?  she  couldn’t  bear  to  witness  it  any  longer, besides it could've been fun.  “  don’t  mind  if  i  do,  ”  forearms  splayed  across  the  small  table,  ringed  fingers  coming  together  in a  clasp.  “  several questions, oh great one. how  long  ’til  i  knock  the  four  horsemen of the flopocalypse down  a  peg  ?  ”  a  beat.  “  y’know ...  musk,  bezos,  gates  and  zuckerberg  ?  need  to  know  if  this  degree  is  gonna  be  worth  it or if i should switch careers.  oh, also  ” eyes widened as mustered up yet another inquiry,  “  is  there  someone  praying  on  my  downfall —  and  if  so,  can  you  like  …  tell  me  who  it  is  ?  i  feel  like  the  vibes  have  been  off  lately,  gettin’  real  sinister  energy  and  i’m  convinced  it  could  be  this  girl  from  second  grade  finally  seeking  revenge  for  the  time  i  stole  her  barbie  convertible  …  granted,  is  it  really  stealing  if  it  was  mine  first  ?  ”  she  figured  if  she  were  going  to  entertain  the  effort,  she  may  as  well  be ...  entertaining. 

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“Will you pass this semester’s finals? Will you find true love soon? It’s all right here in the cards!” Alyxine lifts up the black and gold deck in his hand and waves it about, hoping to tempt someone before he wraps up his services. And as if on cue, he wasn’t given much time to leisurely sip on his pineapple juice anymore because he finds himself staring up at the one who might just be his final visitor after all. “Curious to know what’s in the cards for you? Have a seat please!” ⸻

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one  would  think  she’d  stepped  right  into  a  campy  mid-afternoon  soap  opera  where  her  character  had  stumbled  upon  a  lover  in  bed  with  a  beloved  friend  (  no  doubt  nearing  its  108th  season  )  with  the  gasp  that  shot  right  out  of  her.  dramatic  ?  perhaps  —  but,  in  her  eyes,  the  severity  of  the  situation  deserved  such  theatrics. it was cashmere, after all.  “  i  swear,  these  freshmen  are  worse  than  the  kids  ransacking  the  drunk  elephant  displays  at  sephora.  like  …  what  do  you  mean  you’re  looking  for  retinol  ?  you’re  ten.  stick  with  neutrogena.  ”  she’d  been  quick  to  spot  the  culprit  strutting  away  with  little  to  no  care  for  the  damage  done  in  their  wake,  “  a  sorry  would’ve  been  nice  !  ”  middle  finger  shot  up  before  her  attention  shifted  to  focus  solely  on  the  girl.  “  hold  on,  we  can  fix  this.  ”  she began to  rummage  into  her  bag,  seemed  never  ending  despite  it’s  minuscule  size,  very  mary  poppins.  “  this  should  do  the  trick,  ”  and  there  it  was,  the  saving  grace  presented  in  the  form  of  an  orange  pen,  a  tide  to-go  stick.  “  y’want  me  to  do  the  honors  ?  ”

"Ugh." That was all Francesca could say as she swiped a wet napkin across her sleeve, grimacing at the yellow that was still apparent on the corner, a putrid blemish she wasn't sure would come out in the wash. She had mostly come here for the food. Mostly. She wouldn't admit that she was hoping to run into some friends from her undergrad that she'd lost touch with, but that played a part as well. What she didn't expect was that the food would come for her. In the form of a freshman accidentally running into her with a plate full of nachos. It took everything in her not to get irate with them, but whatever. She gave a soft smile to the person next to her. "Learn from my mistakes, and do not trust the freshmen with the nacho cheese," she sighed, rolling up the sleeve of her cashmere so it was less noticeable.

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“  well,  duh  —  ”  an  arm  extended  to  drape  over  kota’s  shoulders  in  jovial  greeting,  fingers  decorated with  intricate  designs  in  neon  polish  gently  twirling  a  lock  of  the  blonde’s  hair  —  an  idle  gesture  as  she  offered  a  scheming  smile,  “  but,  that's  where  weaponizing  your�� looks and tossing a few flirty giggles  comes  in.  how  else  d’you  think  i  managed  to  snag  this  ?  ”  free  hand  disappeared  beneath  the  neckline  of  her  shirt  to  retrieve  one  of  the  few  sought  out  prizes  actually worth  the  fuss: a  gift card,  “  would’ve  walked away with a grey wolves bandana  if  i  hadn’t  told  the  freshman  runnin’  the  booth  over  there  he  looked  like  he  could  be  the  next  bond  …  even  if  he'd  make for  a  better  villain.  ” she quipped. “ y'know you should really try it, it's one of my favorite hobbies. ”

status: open. location: kick off party.

“how much do you wanna bet that these games are rigged to only give us crappy prizes?”

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jenny wiley ... google doc ✦ pinterest ✦ spotify

"  some  of  you  have  never  watched  a  barbie  movie  before  and  it  shows !  "

helloooo  besties,  i’m  lauren  (  26,  she  +  her,  est  ).  i’m  a  pisces  sun,  leo  moon,  scorpio  rising  for  the  astrology  pals  out  there,  a  graphic  designer,  and  a  rachel  sennott  /  ayo  edebiri  nation  ambassador  (  bottoms  hive  4ever  ).  lover  of  coming  of  age  films,  campy  horror,  concerts,  and  iced  peach  mango  green  tea.  also  verrrry  enthusiastic  pinterest  user  and  hc  /  musings  fan  so  if  u  ever  want  to  discuss  any  of  the  above  pls  feel  free  2  terrorize  me  on  discord  at  anytime  …  this  is  ur  formal  invitation  <333  anyways  enough  abt  me,  allow  me  2  introduce  u  to  the  star  of  the  show  miss  jenny  wiley  !  a  muse  i  hold  near  nd  dear  2  my  heart  <333  so  fasten  ur  seatbelts  nd  go  click  that  doc  link  for  a  rollercoaster  ride  of  absolute  NONSENSE  !  ENJOYYYY  ! 

also  feel  free  2  smash  tht  heart  or  hmu  on  d*sco  anyataylorlacroix  if  u  would  like  to  plot  !  <333

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♡ ashley moore via instagram ( ashley_moore_ )

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click the source link to find 368 gifs of ASHLEY MOORE in TRIPPED UP. please reblog if using!

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thinking about the time i was struggling to open my water bottle in class, and a girl that i had spoken to maybe 3 times came up to me and went

"let me help you baby"

and then proceeded to struggle to open the bottle

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*writing in my diary using a glitter gel pen* I'm losing my sense of humanity

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