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—— SHE IS IN A GOOD MOOD, a cheery smile in place, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. she’s yet again dressed in only one of xavier’s shirts, her go to look around the house. that good mood comes to a screeching halt as she opens the door to reveal her ex girlfriend.  ❛ carbon copy — ? ❜ there is a scoff tact on to the end of the sentence, how dare she show up at her home and ask questions like...❛ hold up, WHO downgraded? what are YOU doing here? ❜

sleeping with a student was one thing, but ignoring said student and not contacting her for days was another. karma did not take kindly to being ignored, so she’d resorted to showing up at professor hayden’s door. it’s pathetic but she’s not use to guys ghosting her, usually it’s the reverse. she’s knocking on the door, and she can hear the soft pad of footsteps on hard wood flooring approaching the door. she expects eli, or professor jacobs. so when the door is opened to reveal anna, shock appears over her features. she’s usually better at hiding emotions - it was something she never learned to do around anna though. “what the fuck are YOU doing here? - what did he downgrade to the cheap carbon copy?” she’s not attempting to hide the bitter undertone to her words, she can’t when it comes to the only person she ever truly loved. 

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#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #dont shade me in tags bitch

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chvrchisms:

RELIEF washed over the man as his worries were quelled by the woman’s words. it was nice knowing that for the first time in his life, a person walking away from him had nothing to do with what he’d done wrong. however, that meant the blame for the departure fell on the other party. he didn’t have any ill feelings toward her vanishing, though. at least, not in the moment. he would have to play his emotions by ear. “ ah, yes. how are classes for you. ” it was meant to be conversational, but he found himself genuinely concerned. still, he mused,  “ te extraño. ”

—— EYELIDS FLUTTER CLOSE, a breath catching short in her throat at his words.  ❛ that brilliant mind of yours has better things to do than miss me. ❜ it’s a weak attempt at her normal playful and sultry tone. however, despite the attempt to hold up her facade, her comment is sincere ❛ — class is too slow , it’s stuff i could do in high school. ❜ there is a almost whining undertone to the words, she lives to be CHALLENGED and getting a degree was not doing it.

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾

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📩 2:38AM: TXT MSSG → chiquita

maxxie: DON'T REMIND ME

maxxie: isn't it a representation for junk food and how junk for basically kills you

maxxie: i won't sleep tonight

anna: i mean ?????? no ?????

anna: they say plain food is good and if you look round the kitchen all the plain food has "roy's" on it like roy's oats ect

anna: and throughout the entire series, it's about how these lessons are getting manipulated because what the sponsors are promoting. you could be researching online but instead spend your money on THIS, you can be creative but do it like THIS and no other way and these messages on RED GUY'S SHOW, getting twisted by roy's sponsorship deals

anna: until red guy pulls the plug and it restarts, the set is simpler with much less props but now they are all the colours they said were their favorite and ready to start again by their own rules this time.

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chvrchisms:

if there was some sort of t e n s i o n present, it wafted over the man’s head and left him blissfully unaware. to him, it was simply conversational. a conversation that included a FORMALITY that he wasn’t quite clear for one party involved. it was around then that he picked up that something may not have been right. “ professor ?? ” he inquired, genuine confusion sitting transparent and picturesque on the canvas of his visage. “ did i do something wrong, bonita ?? ” simple question, laced with an emotion not even the professor could PLACE. something in him questioned whether this had anything to do with her disappearing on him. “ is that why i haven’t seen you ?? ”

—— HOW ? it confuses her as to how someone so P U R E even exists.  ❛ no you did nothing wrong ❜ tone of voice is assuring. SHE is the one who made the mistake, the one who let herself imagine something more than she deserves.   ❛ — i’ve just been busy, work && papers due in. you never do anything wrong ❜ heels click as she steps forward, involuntary, body acting of it’s own accord to close the gap between them.

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾

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 mcxxie:

it was in maxxie’s nature, in his DEMEANOR, his words and actions to be the personification of AWKWARDNESS. he was all long limbs, messy hair and sweaty palms, especially around new people.  ❛ well duh !! that’s completely UNDERSTANDABLE. you wanna borrow my hoodie ?? or isn’t it cool enough ?? it got leonardo dicaprio on it. ❜ unsure words slipped from worn lips, uncertainty and a n x i e t y burning in his face as he caught her gaze. ❛ hablas español ?? or am i just a stupid generalizing piece of shit, which could be the case. ❜

—— SHE TAKES IN THE SIGHT of his hoodie, eyebrow arched upward  ❛  do you think my chance of getting laid tonight PLUMMET if i wear that ? - because if not, i’d love to ❜ corners of her mouth turning up into a smile, CUTE. she thinks to herself as she looks him over. it’s becoming more && more apparent she has a thing for awkward && clueless boys ❛ si yo hablo español - although you still generalized there. even if do ❜

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍáxɪᴍᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴏᴢᴀ )

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basilvxna:

a soft smile appeared on his face. “yes- i mean- no. not x’s…just…just a friend of his.” he rambled on, remembering that he could get xavier in trouble. he didn’t want that. “he would have never listened to me. you know him, he hardly listens to anyone,” he murmured with fondness. basil raised his eyebrows at the other’s idea. “are you sure? you know i’m not exactly the same as him.”

—— AN ARM LINKS THROUGH his without consent, dragging the boy along as she strides further into the room ❛ i think x would call you he’s quite possessive over you ❜ the comment is offhand, a sweet smile in place as she continues to lead the boy into the auditorium.❛ no valentines date? ��� the queries falls, even though she’s hardly S U R P R I S E D ❛ you’re nothing like him darling ❜

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀsɪʟ ᴠᴀɴ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ )

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nikhyde:

Nik looked down at the Jacket under him before jumping quickly up “Crap! I’m so sorry! I was so out of it I didn’t even see…I am so sorry!” He stood up and backed away from the table.

—— MOCHA ORBS ROLL as the scene unravels before her.   ❛ you can sit with me if you’d rather? you don’t have to l e a v e. i just didn’t want my jacket creasing ❜ 

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɴɪᴋ ʜʏᴅᴇ )

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quint-devereaux:

He smiled Before smirking “What are we betting on? There has to be something good on the line.” he said sitting back and staring at the cake he wanted to dive into.

—— NAILS TAP AGAINST the hardwood of the table top, honey eyes inspecting the portion for clues.  ❛ money, drugs, dumb dares, sex. you name it && i’ll probably bet it ❜ body rises and falls in the form of a shrug, eyes dragging slowly up his body until she meets his gaze. 

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪɴᴛᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴀᴜx )

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📩 2:38AM: TXT MSSG → chiquita

maxxie: yes and the duck gets eaten by some weird ass thing

maxxie: THAT IS WHAT I'M DOING AND I CAN'T STOP

maxxie: BE HEALTHY

anna: the duck is eaten by a tin can

anna: and then yellow guy eats tinned duck

anna: it's like all about sponsors being the devil basically.

#&&. ʰᶦᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ⁽ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ ⁾ #&&. ʰᶦᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍáxɪᴍᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴏᴢᴀ )

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im going to be around for a few more hours if anyone wants to plot !

#ooc #i need more plots please && thank you

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—— SHE CLEARS HER THROAT, head nodding to the leather jacket he’s accidentally sat on   ❛ that’s my seat, i just went for another cup❜ she holds up the cinnamon latte, as she needs to back up her story. 

“It’s way too early and I’m not even a cup of coffee in, is it important?”

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɴɪᴋ ʜʏᴅᴇ )

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—— SHE WANTS TO PRETEND she’s unaffected, keep up the collected cool girl role she plays so well. it’s T O O late. she’s only human after all and she’s crowding into his personal space without invitation and beginning to fuss over the animal ❛ hi puppy hiiiii, who’s the cutest little thing ? ❜ she’s yet to address the owner, && when she finally looks up she’s standing far too close.  ❛ cobain? bowie? ❜

“I don’t know… I guess I was a little impulsive.” Gabe shrugged as the young pup wiggled in his arms. He hoped a new companion would counter his anxiety and loneliness since moving to Chicago. It had been so long since he moved and struggled to adjust. “I volunteered at the shelter on Tuesday and he’s been on my mind since. The only problem, is that I can’t decide on a name. Do you have any suggestions?” 

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɢᴀʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀsᴏɴ )

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📩 2:38AM: TXT MSSG →

maxxie: what's that? a tasty snack! you don't wanna go and eat a snack like that! greeeedy to eat all that you'll end up with your gums all grey!

maxxie: i just watched all of the don't hug me i'm scared videos

maxxie: save me

anna: is that the song the giant steak sings?

anna: that weirded me out but after i watched it i ended up watching seventeen hours of theories on it

anna: it was wild man

#&&. ʰᶦᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ⁽ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˢ ⁾ #&&. ʰᶦᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍáxɪᴍᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴏᴢᴀ )

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imogen-reyes:

Immy mentally cursed as the ball not only hit someone in the face but it also clearly pissed that person off. “I’m really, really sorry,” Imogen said earnestly as she reached the brunette, hoping to defuse the situation. “I swear, it was a complete accident. A car backfired and it threw off my aim.”

—— SHE BENDS DOWN, collecting up the F I L T H Y soccer ball, pressing her nails into it until the rubber is puncturing. she makes a point of squeezing every last trickle of air out before throwing the now deflated ball at her feet.❛ next time, you might chose not to play near a PARKING LOT then ❜ 

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴏɢᴇɴ ʀᴇʏᴇs )

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flynnkkotak:

Flynn gave the other a once over at the answer, her wording leading him to assume that she was a mother. Something about her demeanor didn’t necessarily seem maternal, but when had Flynn ever been one to put emphasis on social norms? In a lot of ways, he himself was abnormal. The raven-haired male was the type of person to break something only to rationalize his thought process by rambling about how the broken thing is all the more beautiful because of its temporary nature. Glancing up to meet her eyes, Flynn offered her a soft smile. “How old are they?”

—— THE QUESTION HAS A SMIRK GROWING, looking up at the other man pointedly. ❛ why could MY boy’s only mean children? i could be talking about my best friends, my lovers, my brothers. anything ❜ the three examples given still seem correct, in a way. HOME — her boys are home ❛ to answer your ORIGINAL question, they are in their late twenties. ❜

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ғʟʏɴɴ ᴋᴏᴛᴀᴋ )

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aidenkng:

Aiden’s eyes widen slightly at her words, quickly shaking his head, “M-maybe some of us do, but I don’t like to talk bout that stuff. I don’t have many ‘conquests’ to talk about in the first place.” Aiden nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his palm as he looked away for a brief moment before back at her. “So is that a no to hanging out?” He asked again, hoping that he wasn’t coming off as a bit desperate, but he probably was.

—— EYEBROW ARCHES UPWARD at the statement, leaning forward slightly, resting her own chin against her palm  ❛ a cute face like that ? surely you could land any girl you wanted ? ❜ it’s mused lightly as her orbs drag over every inch of his figure, every detail under scrutiny.

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀɪᴅᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢ )

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basilvxna:

he smiled, softly, surprised that they girl even spoke to him. he didn’t know the girl too well, but he did know that she was a friend of x’s. any friend of xavier’s was a friend of basil’s. her question seemed to catch the boy off guard, as he was distracted like usual. “oh no- sorry. i’m- my name is basil.”

—— ❛ BASIL ❜ the name is rolled over her tongue before a knowing smirk comes into place. ❛X’S BASIL !❜  there is no question to it, the name connecting the rest. ❛ could you not have tried to get my DEAR friend here ?? — so i didn’t have to e n d u r e this alone? ❜ hands clap together as she shakes her head, an idea forming.  ❛ you’ll just have to keep me company instead ❜

#&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ⁽ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏˢ ⁾ #&&. ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ˢᵖᶦˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖˢ ( ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀsɪʟ ᴠᴀɴ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ )