aimee gibbs.

love should make you feel safe. it should make you feel braver.

[bringiton]

“Right, OK, so when you have the ketchup bottle, you can ask Rae a question about it.” My Mad Fat Diary (2013-2015)

[-mymadfatdiary]

[looking-over-my-shoulder]

[estilodeletra-blog]

[cinemuki]

My Mad Fat Diary (2013 - 2015)

I don’t want him as a friend. I want him to go down on me for so long, that he has to evolve gills.

[looking-over-my-shoulder]

[jamescookjr]

[skinsaholic]

Follow for all things Skins.

[shawnphunters]

[skinsaholic]

Follow for all things Skins.

[catelyn-stark]

[skinsaholic]

Follow for all things Skins.

[looking-over-my-shoulder]

[alexxstandall]

“Well, according to the pack of testosterone that set this game up, it does. You do know whose party you’re at, right?” Alex had only come along because Marina and Sam had wanted to go. He’d have steered clear of the so-called ‘Riot Club’ otherwise. “It doesn’t matter, really,” he shook his head. “Popularity is very overrated. William might’ve filled this house with people, but he only has three actual friends, trust me.”

Despite his grumpy attitude, Alex sensed her positivity, and although he would’ve usually rolled his eyes, he decided to give in, even if only a little. So, he picked up another quarter and tried again, failing miserably. “Well… you’re doing better than me. Guess you’re one step closer to prom queen!”

[aimeegiibbs]

“I do. I thought Will was alright actually, just a bit moody-looking,” Aimee admitted, shrugging a shoulder. She wasn’t one to make harsh judgements, often seeing the best in others, even when they annoyed her. “Well, three friends is alright, ‘long as they’re good ones. I only had one real one in my last school, but she was brilliant. I was kinda’ hoping to have a few more this time, so I’m picking you as one of them.”

Aimee pouted as Alex missed the shot, having hoped he’d get it in, just for argument’s sake. “At least you made the effort, see? Even if you missed, you’ve gotta’ admit it was a little fun.” At the mention of prom queen, her nose wrinkled, clearly dissuaded. “Oh god. I mean, it’d be nice and everything, but I couldn’t handle the pressure. I’d shit myself as soon as they called my name, and it’d be all over my dress. It’d be like Carrie, but poo instead of blood.”

[sanabakoush]

Crossing her arms, Sana pouted, not appreciating what she felt was an interrogation. She couldn’t help the inherent irritation, always paranoid she had to be on the defensive about her religion and the practices it involved. “I needed to vomit. Is that a problem?” The girl only went on to share her own anxieties however, which was astonishingly refreshing. Sana found herself feeling guilty, realising the stranger had asked if she was alright. It wasn’t how her parents would want her to behave, especially when they’d just moved here. With a sigh, she uncrossed her arms and stepped aside. “I’m fine, really. I wasn’t vomiting, I was praying. And I’m sorry for holding you up. Go… poo,” she gestured, a smile finding her face.

[aimeegiibbs]

Aimee's eyebrows raised high at the mention of vomit, although perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised, considering the sheer amount of underage drinking happening at this party. It'd be everywhere soon enough. But Sana dismissed that statement as quickly as she'd announced it, causing Aimee to sign in relief, grateful that she wouldn't have to use a sicked up toilet. "I didn't know you could pray at a party. Can he even hear you over the music?" Despite her genuine curiosity, Aimee knew she couldn't wait much longer, so nodded fervently, a hand already reaching for the doorknob. "Can you wait here for me? I won't be long, it's going to be one of those fast sloppy ones, I can tell. Thanks."

[alexxstandall]

“I don’t get how successfully bouncing some plastic balls into some shitty plastic cups translates to popularity among peers, but who am I to question the system, right?”

[aimeegiibbs]

“I didn’t realise winning made you popular,” Aimee replied honestly, glancing at the beer pong table with a new sense of awe. “I would’ve tried harder if I knew that. I was just kinda’ lobbing it, when it was my turn. Although I did get one in, that’s gotta’ count for something, aye?”

[sanabakoush]

Music and mindless conversation washed over her, Sana struggling to feign interest. The only partygoers she recognised were Elias and his gang, but she’d rather go it alone than join them and be teased for having no friends. She was about to give up and move groups when her phone buzzed in her pocket, a telltale sign it was time for prayer. Sana sighed, not bothering to excuse herself from the group as she made her way to the bathroom. It wasn’t like any of them had been talking to her anyway. Locking herself in the thankfully empty room, Sana tugged the small blanket from her tote and laid it straight on the tiles, beginning the Isha. The location wasn’t ideal, of course, with someone banging on the door every two minutes, but she had no choice. When she was with Allah, nobody could truly interrupt her. Sana washed her hands after finishing up, glancing at herself in the mirror for a moment before another loud knock on the door shook her from her thoughts.

“Okay, okay, beklager!” She replied in a huff, pulling on the handle. “You can come in now.”

[aimeegiibbs]

Aimee smacked impatiently on the bathroom door, wondering who’d been hogging it for the last five minutes. “Oh come on, hurry up!” She shouted, as politely as possible. Although she were enjoying getting to know her new classmates, and the party in general, she still felt anxious surrounded by strangers, which often made her need the toilet. 

Eventually, the door opened, and Aimee breathed a sigh of relief, not surprised that it was someone she hadn’t met yet. Everyone here was a newcomer. “Are you alright? You’ve been ages in there.” She glanced into the room, questioning what’d taken so long. “I’m a bit nervous, being here. I really need a poo.”

[aimeegiibbs]

[aimeegiibbs]

[aimeegiibbs]