𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

cameron mckinley. aquamarine prodigy.

[aquvmarines]

[ MASON GOODING, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] shh ! CAMERON “MACK” MCKINLEY, the TWENTY year old SECOND year BUSINESS major from EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND, is known as an AQUAMARINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE IS BEST FRIENDS WITH HIS OPAL, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE SMELL OF FRESH BAKED COOKIES, WARM HUGS, LAUGHING UNTIL YOUR STOMACH HURTS.

ok so i THINK i have all of the necessary info in here and it’s STILL like.. way too long 🙄 can someone PLEASE tell this bitch (me) to shut up?? but in case you all want to read even MORE for some reason... here is my app!! 

background

his dad comes from a long line of attorneys. his family owns a huge law firm and they’re old money! his mom was a caterer at an event when they met. they fell in love but his family never liked her because she was from a lower class and didn’t fit in.

being a housewife/being of a different class/already having deep-seated insecurity issues and a temper got to his mom. she convinced herself her husband was having affairs and started to pick really nasty fights. these fights scarred young mack and made him into the conflict averse people pleaser he is today!

his go-to method of diffusing tension and stopping fights is humor! king WILL make a joke in any situation to try and distract people from whatever they were arguing about. he does have other conflict resolution skills or whatever and will try and get people to compromise or like see the other side or something these just will not be his first reaction!

there was an instance where he realized he inherited his mother’s jealous streak. he’s ashamed of it and overcorrects so he doesn’t ruin anything by being possessive. 

mckinley men go to strathmore 😤 and yes mack only got in because he’s a legacy and money has been donated to guarantee mckinley men go to strathmore! mack knows this and is kinda like eh whatever! 

he’s majoring in business because if he was an attorney he would immediately roll over and concede whatever the opposing party wanted but there’s room for him in the financial department of mckinley & sons. 

but he really has no interest in business or being a financial guy.. like he’ll do it because it’s what his family wants. his passion is in baking :D he would like to be a pastry chef with his own bakery, or a cooking show, he’d take either! but he thinks that would be a waste of his family’s resources :( 

personality

for a long time, mack was the boy that got “...but he has a great personality.” which to be fair, he does. it’s easy to look at him and point to a number of admirable traits — kind, funny, patient — but he was a late bloomer looks wise and that left him a little bit scarred. much like his mother, the sinking suspicion that he’ll never be good enough haunts him. this isn’t something that’s easy to pick up on, as he presents himself with an air of easy confidence, but it’s there. 

mack is a flirt. once he grew into his looks, he couldn’t help himself. mainly, he likes the banter that comes with flirting; the witty back and forth. both the ego boost he gets from feeling desired and the opportunity to make someone else feel just as good are big fun to him.

that being said, he’s not so easy and fun once things get any more serious than casual flirtation. worried about coming across as possessive, he overcorrects and often he turns something with potential into nothing. in general, he struggles with managing the difference between playing it cool and seeming indifferent, even if the reality is he’s very much invested and cares a lot.  

he’s a very grounded presence. yes, he’s goofy and sometimes annoyingly positive, but i think his optimism would remind people not to take life too seriously, that problems aren’t as big and insurmountable as they might seem, and i think that bringing people back to the moment and encouraging them to stop stressing is grounding and reassuring. 

like, yes, he’s an optimist, but he’s not a delusional optimist. he can pick out the good that exists in any situation and remind you of that, he doesn't bury his head in the sand and feed himself and others fantasies, you know? the bigger picture he paints is a bright one, but it’s not one that could never exist. 

but i also don’t think it would be unreasonable for people to read him as delusional. especially someone more pessimistic or colder! 

he is everyone’s cheerleader. he’s very supportive and always up to do things, so if there’s someone that needs a companion for anything, he’s definitely the person to turn to

i outlined how he fits in with all the aquamarine traits on my app if you want some more details for any reason KFLWJELFK

headcanons

he chooses to believe in the loch ness monster, please don’t talk about nessie like she’s not real in front of him. 

going out first year was a blur of drunken one night stands, all to prove something that no one had asked him to prove; that he was attractive, that he could pull, that he wasn’t pathetic. the irony of course, being that his motivations were pathetic. somewhere along the way he grew out of it and slowed down; recognizing that no one was paying attention and it wasn’t making him feel any better, but he still has trouble resisting the ego high of a someone beautiful’s attention.

once lasted just under five minutes on a mechanical bull. to this day, it’s one of his proudest accomplishments. 

in his spare time, he volunteers in the kitchen at a hospital. it’s cooking, not baking, but it does the trick. 

during his first year, some of his friends discovered that they could all play different instruments, and naturally, that meant they had to form a band. mack was their frontman, not for any outstanding musical talent, but because no one else would do it! he has a nice enough voice, and could charm a crowd, but it’s not some previously unknown talent. he was just the one his friends knew they could ask.. they ultimately disbanded, citing “creative differences” to anyone who asked, but really, they just got bored of playing the very few songs that they all knew.

i have some wanted connections on my app but i’m really open to anything!! pls come hmu to plot i love all of you 🥺

[aquvmarines]

𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦  ➥ 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 🚚.

mia: i just want to hear your voice one more time

mia: even if it is in a spooky ghost voice

mia: and you should feel bad, i just lost my confidante

mia: how do you expect me to cope???

mack: [audio message of mack quoting the silly rabbit video in a ghost voice]

mack: if nothing else, i hope that helps you cope with your loss ❤️

[aquvmarines]

𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦  ➥ 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 🚚.

mia: ghost of mack is boring

mia: he's also really not sensitive to the fact that a widow feels really disoriented when she's just lost her husband

mia: what am i supposed to do without my silly rabbit?

mack: be nice to me or i'm gonna haunt you

mack: unless that's what the widow wants...

mack: i do feel bad that you're existing without your right hand arm

mack: man

[aquvmarines]

josephine.

          it’s  almost  funny  that  two  years  apart  yielded  an  easier  reunion  than  one  after  two  weeks  of  actively  avoiding  each  other  under  the  same  roof.  or,  at  the  very  least,  josie  had  been  avoiding  him.  it  was  one  thing  for  her  to  spend  the  time  coming  to  terms  with  how  she  felt  for  mack,  certain  that  if  she’d  given  herself  enough  time,  just  best  friends  would’ve  been  okay  with  her.  and  for  the  most  part,  it  would  be,  but  jealousy  at  what  she’d  seen  had  twisted  its  ugly  roots  in  her  heart  that  made  it  much  more  difficult  to  move  past.  josie  tells  herself  she  can  move  past  the  part  of  her  that  believes  he  doesn’t  feel  the  same,  but  she  can’t  handle  the  ache  that  comes  with  missing  his  constant  presence  in  her  life,  nor  the  one  that  comes  with  the  knowledge  that  even  the  universe  was  content  on  keeping  them  apart  after  months  of  living  together.  it  is  weird,  and  oh,  how  she  hates  it.  their  first  conversation  is  one  she’s  spent  the  better  part  of  two  weeks  rehearsing  in  her  head,  as  if  getting  the  perfect  lie  down  to  a  silence  made  up  for  the  fact  that  it  was  one.  because  how  did  she  tell  her  best  friend  she  loved  him  when  he  was  interested  in  someone  else  ?  best  friends  to  practically  strangers  was  never  the  narrative  they  were  supposed  to  settle  on,  hard  enough  to  when  they  knew  each  other  so  well.  it’s  why  he  was  here,  wasn’t  it  ?  because  he  knows  how  to  see  right  through  the  brave  face  and  warm  smile  she  offers  to  everyone  else  ?  josie  closes  the  door  behind  him  and  its  like  the  room  feels  smaller  somehow.     ❝  that’s  never  stopped  you  before,  ❞     as  if  the  joke  would  make  it  easier  for  to  meet  his  gaze  or  move  past  the  sudden  barrier  that  exists  between  them  ─  but  it  doesn’t.  josie  is  endeared  by  his  concern,  as  she  always  is,  though  it  doesn’t  stop  the  small  sigh  that  she  manages  in  response.     ❝  i’ve  always  been  pretty  good  at  alone,  and  no  loud  roommates  to  keep  me  up  at  night  ?  i’ll  sleep  like  a  baby,  ❞     and  this  lie,  at  least,  has  always  been  as  easy  as  breathing.     ❝  you  didn’t  have  to  come  by,  y’ken,  i’m  alright.  ❞     i  just  miss  you  because  it  feels  like  we’re  worlds  apart.

     despite  josie’s  joke,  and  mack’s  (slightly  forced)  laugh  in  response,  it’s  never  been  more  clear  there’s  something  wrong.  the  halo  of  bright  warmth  she  usually  wears  as  a  second  skin  is  gone  and  in  its  place  is  a  fog  of  wintry  grey  that  frosts  the  air  of  her  dorm.  a  chill  settles  over  mack,  and  he’s  quick  to    tell  himself  it’s  just  nerves.  “no  you  won’t.”  the  response  is  automatic,  he’s  well  aware  she  hasn’t  slept  like  a  baby  in  years,  and  she’s  not  going  to  start  when  she’s  alone  in  her  dorm  with  multiple  students  missing.  then,  his  brain  goes  back  over  her  words;  her  sigh.  is  she  annoyed  that  he’s  here?  had  he  spent  the  last  two  weeks  attempting  to  correct  the  way  he’d  overstepped  only  to  force  himself  back  into  a  space  he’s  not  wanted  the  first  chance  he  gets?  there’s  likely  a  million  people  she’d  rather  have  comfort  her,  why  else  would  she  be  pushing  him  away?  basile’s  probably  on  his  way  over,  and  she  just  wants  to  get  mack  out  of  her  hair.  it’s  almost  second  nature  to  push  again.  mack  is  about  to  insist  that  no,  she’s  not  alright,  he  knows  her  better  than  to  believe  that  for  a  second.  but  he  doesn’t.  he’s  spent  every  day  since  new  year’s  second  guessing  every  interaction  they’ve  ever  had,  and  the  remaining  unease  chokes  him  before  he  can  get  another  word  out.  maybe  josie’s  being  honest  with  him.  she’s  insisting  that  she’s  fine  because  she  is,  and  this  whole  time  he’s  been  making  up  stories  in  his  head,  seeing  a  place  for  him  in  her  life  where  there  isn’t  one.  she  probably  hasn’t  even  missed  him  since  new  year’s,  and  there’s  no  way  she  had  been  making  herself  crazy  the  way  he  had.  is  he  as  bad  as  his  mom?  is  he  so  scared  of  losing  her  that  he’s  suffocating  her?  is  he  holding  on  to  something  that’s  already  slipped through  his  fingers?  realization  settles  over  him;  the  fog  isn’t  hers;  it’s  his.  mack’s  insecurities  have  smothered  her  warm  light  and  left  them  both  in  the  cold.  his  eyes  drop,  embarrassment  tightening  in  his  chest,  but  he  forces  himself  to  keep  his  tone  level,  chill.  “aye,  ‘course  you  are.  just  thought  i  should  check  in.  but  i  can  go  if  you  want,  maybe  swing  by  a  few  of  the  others’  places.”

[aquvmarines]

rhys.

          HE’S  NOT  JEALOUS.  he  swears,  he’s  not  a  jealous  person.  when  others  in  his  music  get  praise  for  good  work,  he’s  not  sitting  there  and  wallowing  in  his  own  self  pity  for  not  receiving  the  same  praise.  if  a  friend  gets  with  a  girl  and  he  goes  home  alone,  he’s  not  feeling  sorry  for  himself.  rhys  taylor  isn’t  a  jealous  person  across  the  board  but  when  it  comes  to  specific  people,  it’s  a  whole  different  story.  or,  so  it  seems.  he  SHOULDN’T  be  jealous  of  mack  and  alejandra  getting  together— he’d  be  a  hypocrite  otherwise.  just  as  much  as  he  shouldn’t  be  jealous,  he  shouldn’t  feel  any  sort  of  RELIEF  when  mack  reveals  that  he  and  alejandra  were  a  one-time  thing.  nonetheless,  he  doesn’t  let  too  much  reveal  on  his  features.  he  scoffs  and  shakes  his  head.  "you  are  a  CATCH,  mckinley.  this  shouldn’t  be  news  to  you,“  he  states.  this  much  is  true:  he  can  feel  however  he  does  about  the  two  of  them  getting  together  but  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  alejandra  is  attracted  enough  to  get  with  mack.  his  brows  furrow.  ”avoided?“  he  repeats.  "if  there's–”  he  sits  back  a  little  in  the  seat,  gaze  moving  to  the  sky  in  front  of  them.  "–if  there’s  one  thing  i’ve  learned  about  alejandra  in  the  past  year  or  so,  it’s  that  she’s  hard  to  read.  REALLY  hard  to  read.  so…“  he  shrugs.  "i  wouldn’t  read  too  much  into  it.”  a  glance  at  mack,  accompanied  by  a  smirk,  as  he  says:  "you’ll  go  mad  otherwise.“

     there’s  something  in  the  air  on  the  mountains  that  afternoon,  but  mack  can’t  quite  place  what  it  is.  rhys  isn’t  giving  anything  away,  his  tone  casual  and  expression  unreadable.  maybe  rhys  is  just  the  type  to  start  a  conversation  with  someone  he  hardly  knows  by  bringing  up  their  sex  life.  more  specifically,  their  sex  life  as  it  involves  a  mutual  friend.  sure,  maybe  that’s  totally  normal  for  him;  mack  doesn’t  know  rhys  well  enough  to  overthink  it.  “you’re  damn  right  i  am.”  he  doesn’t  believe  it,  but  he’s  happy  to  play  along.  “sometimes  i  forget  gorgeous  and  funny  is  everyone’s  type.”  rhys  adjusts  beside  him,  and  mack’s  eyes  land  on  his  features,  still  neutral.  “right,  i  can  see  that.”  or,  he  kind  of  can.  hard  to  read  is  one  way  to  describe  someone  who  hooks  up  with  him  in  a  coat  closet  only  to  avoid  him  immediately  after.  but  ridiculously  embarrassed  of  their  actions  is  another,  equally  accurate  way  to  describe  them.  and  given  mack’s  track  record,  he  thinks  it’s  safe  to  say  that’s  what  it  is.  “seems  like  sound  advice  from  a  man  with  some  experience  reading  too  much  into  it.  your  prodigy  giving  you  a  hard  time?”  he  says  it  casually,  a  laugh  accompanying  his  words.  he’s  not  digging,  he  tells  himself,  to  ease  his  conscience.  rhys  doesn’t  have  to  tell  him  anything,  and  mack  will  let  the  slightly  uncomfortable  conversation  go  if  he  does.  

[aquvmarines]

𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦  ➥ 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 🚚.

mia: rip

mia: dear ghost of mack, can you confirm what songs you want me to play at the funeral?

mia: right now i'm thinking pitbull's greatest hits

mack: ghost of mack cannot confirm or deny songs

mack: if you didn't know corporeal mack well enough to know his funeral song preferences ghostly mack thinks maybe you shouldn't have the funeral aux :/

[aquvmarines]

josephine.

status      :     closed  for  @aquvmarines​​  !

location     :     josie’s  dorm  🧡

          josie  missed  the  comfort  of  the  chateau  the  moment  they  left,  the  closeness  of  the  rest  of  the  society  and  the  ability  to  pretend,  for  just  a  moment,  that  everything  wasn’t  amiss.  but  their  return  to  strathmore  reminds  her  all  -  too  -  well  that  nothing  was  normal,  and  that  there  seemed  to  be  something  new  to  worry  about  each  day.  weirder  still  is  that  she  felt  safer  in  a  foreign  country  than  she  does  in  a  dorm  room  she’s  meant  to  have  been  calling  home,  catching  one  roommate  on  her  way  out.  josie  expected  she’d  still  stay  with  her  boyfriend,  and  promised  to  remind  her  about  ra  check  -  in,  and  was  less  surprised  still  to  find  that  her  second  roommate  had  officially  moved  home  to  her  parents  in  light  of  a  second  missing  persons.  and  just  like  that,  it  was  as  empty  and  as  lonely  as  it  had  ever  been,  and  things  were  weird  between  her  and  the  one  person  she  wished  was  here.  poised  at  the  kitchen  counter  for  the  better  part  of  the  evening,  there’s  an  uneasy  that’s  worked  its  way  into  her  chest,  because  the  thought  of  sleeping  completely  alone  again  was  not  one  she  was  all  too  fond  of,  though  it’s  accompanied  by  a  flutter  of  nerves  at  mack’s  text.  it  is  reassuring,  but  it  seems  about  as  much  as  they’ve  said  to  each  other  in  two  weeks.  and  when  the  expected  knock  comes  ─  weird  still,  considering  he’s  never  had  to  ─  josie  still  manages  to  jump  a  little.  she  has  to  push  herself  on  her  tiptoes  to  confirm  it’s  him,  but  the  second  she  does,  the  door  is  opened  almost  too  eagerly,  though  coherent  thought  doesn’t  seem  to  do  the  same  despite  the  creeping  relief  at  having  mack  here.     ❝  hi.  ❞

     things  are  weird  between  mack  and  josie.  they’ve  hardly  gone  two  hours  without  talking  to  each  other  since  reuniting,  but  it’s  been  two  weeks  since  they’ve  had  a  real  conversation.  it’s  mack’s  fault,  of  course,  for  basically  attacking  her  face  on  new  year’s  eve  when  he  knew  she  would  only  ever  see  him  as  a  friend.  and  now,  he’s  forced  to reconcile  his  feelings  with  the  reality  of  the  situation.  he  doesn’t  know  if  he’s  ready  to  see  her  again;  he  still  hasn’t  prepared  an  apology  for  allowing  his  love  for  her  to  seep  into  their  friendship  and  overstepping  basically  every  single  boundary,  but  his  response  to  her  texts  come  without  a  single  thought  for  his  own  feelings.  it  doesn’t  matter  how  awkward  things  are  between  them,  he  knows  exactly  how  she  gets,  and  he  isn’t  going  to  let  her  be  alone  when  he  knows  she would  never  ask  anyone  for  company.  outside  her  door,  he  goes  to  let  himself  in,  as  he  always  does,  but  his  hand  stops  on  the  doorknob.  is  he  allowed  to  do  that  still?  they  had  hardly  seen  each  other,  despite  living  in  the  same  chalet.  he  knocks,  and  immediately  regrets  it;  the  formality  of  it  only  reinforcing  how  they  have  shifted.  “hi,”  he  replies,  just  barely  resisting  the  urge  to  wrap  his  arms  around  her  as  he  steps  into  her  dorm.   “‘m  sorry  for  inviting  myself  over,  i  just…”  his  voice  trails  off  as  he  searches  his  mind  for  a  joke;  something  about  separation  anxiety,  or  brandon  missing  her,  or  him  needing  a  better  audience  than  his  roommates,  but  he  comes  up  empty,  forced  to  settle  on  the  truth.  “i  didn’t  want  you  to  be  alone.”

[aquvmarines]

isadora​.

                              it’s   the   first   time   in   hours   that   she   doesn’t   hold   her   shield   up   ━   revealing   every   emotion   that   cascaded   her   face   to   show   heartbreak.   there’s   a   comfort   she   always   found   in   mack,   someone   who   knew   how   to   make   her   smile   when   it   was   the   last   thing   she   wanted   to   do.   however,   she   wasn’t   sure   what   she   wanted   out   of   this   encounter.   she   hadn’t   really   thought   twice   before   dragging   her   feet   over   to   his   room,   unsure   if   he   was   even   there   or   if   the   short   distance   from   room   to   room   was   for   nothing.   isadora   felt   bold   enough   to   let   life   take   the   situation   by   the   hand   and   lead   her   in   any   direction,   unbothered   on   what   the   outcome   would   be   ━   in   this   case,   it’s   her   laying   on   mack’s   room   floor   with   a   pout   on   her   features.   “i   can   say   with   full   confidence   that   you   are   some   of   the   best   company   a   gal   could   ask   for   ━   that   anyone   could   ask   for.”   she   pauses.   “i   think   it’s   self   explanatory   by   the   way   i’m   laying   on   your   floor   right   now.   a   plot   twist   i’ve   learned   is   that   misery   does   love   company.”   her   nose   wrinkles   slightly,   corners   of   her   lips   tugging   downward   and   she   angles   her   head   in   order   to   look   up   at   mack.   “what   are   you   trying   to   hide   from?   did   something   happen?   are   you   hurt?”   isadora   pats   the   empty   spot   beside   her,   not   taking   her   eyes   off   of   her   friend.   “we   can   hide   out   together.   no   one   will   ever   find   us   again   until   we   want   to   be   found.”

     “hear,  hear!”  he  mimes  raising  a  glass in  cheers.  the  poor  attempt  to  raise  her  spirits  is  second  nature;  he  knows  they’re  both  looking  to wallow.  “you’re  damn  good  company  too.”  mack  settles  on  the  floor  next  to  isadora.  “if  i  say  yes,  will  you  beat  up  whoever  wronged  me?”  the  thought  alone  is  enough  to  bring  a  hint  of  a  smile  to  his  face.  realistically,  however,  mack  is  in  the  situation  he  is  through  no  one’s  fault  but  his  own.  “but  nah,  i’m  alright.  my  heart  hurts  a  bit,  but  i’ll  get  over  it.”  he  pauses,  taking  a  moment  to  consider  the  accuracy  of  his  statement.  “eventually.  maybe.”  there’s  something  reassuring  in  the  fact  that  isa’s  clearly  as  torn  up  about  her  own  problems  as  he  is  about  his;  she’s  right  about  misery  loving  company.  but  it’s  the  camaraderie  that  exists  because  of  their  shared  suffering  that  gives  him  the  courage  to  admit  what’s  going  on  with  him. “i’m  hiding  from  josie.”  as  he  says  it  out  loud,  a  wave  of  guilt  washes  over  him.  while  he  knows  it’s  for  the  best;  he  needs  time  to  get  his  feelings  under  control  and  it’s  not  like  josie’s  seeking  him  out,  but  he’s  still  avoiding  his  best  friend.  his  gaze  is  trained  at  the  ceiling  even  though  he  can  feel  isadora’s  eyes  on  him.  “don’t  people  tell  you  that  you  should  fall  in  love  with  your  best  friend?  that’s  shit  advice.  something  tells  me  rejection  wouldn’t  feel  this  bad  if  she  wasn’t  my  best  friend.”  

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𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦  ➥ 𝐦𝐢𝐚.

mia: did you make it home safe?

mia: if so, i'll happily listen to any and all unpacking tips because my suitcase feels like it's going to remain untouched a little more each second

mack: no i died 😔

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# for shits & giggles

name:  arah ringtone:  marimba  by  apple last  text:   (  mack  📲  arah  )  let  me  know  when  you  get  home

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# mwah

name:  alejandra  💃 ringtone:  beef  flomix  by  flo  milli  last  text: (  mack  📲  alejandra  💃  )  come  watch  movies  or  else

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# !

name:  ellie  belly  🐰 ringtone:  with  a  little  help  from  my  friends  by  the  beatles last  text:  (  mack  📲  ellie  belly  🐰  )  my  brain  is  just  the  so  no  head?  vine  but  it’s  so  no  creepy  taxidermy  shop?

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# i cant believe you've done this

name:  aislin  🧸 ringtone:   man!  i  feel  like  a  woman!  by  shania  twain.  last text:  (  mack  📲  aislin  🧸  )   are  mary  kate  and  ashley  movies  respected  amongst  the  film  community? 

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arah.

            ────  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒊𝒔  𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈,  to  act  as  if  he  wasn’t  aware  of  the  reason  they  broke  up.  as  if  he  hadn’t  crushed  her  heart  in  that  music  room.  as  if  the  words  that  he  confirmed  that  day  hadn’t  caused  the  KRAKEN  to  rise  from  the  depths  of  the  ocean,  hungry  with  vengeance.  but  vengeance  was  not  something  she  chose  to  associate  with  cameron.  only  heart  ache.  even  as  she  hears  his  laughter  joined  with  josephine’s.  despite  how  genuine  his  words  sound,  an  obvious  scoff  flies  through  red  parted  lips.  a  roll  of  her  eyes  well  in  tow.            ❛  you  were  SERIOUS  about  me  ?  ❜            this  time  she’s  unable  to  hold  in  the  humorless  chuckle  that  emerges.  a  sinister  meaning  behind  its  contents.  the  more  she  stands  in  this  hallway,  the  more  caged  in  she  feels.            ❛  what  did  you  do  ?  ❜            she  takes  a  step  toward  him,  until  their  chests  were  pressed  against  one  another.  until  she  could  feel  the  way  his  chest  moved  with  each  breath.  once  upon  a  time,  she  would’ve  found  haven  in  his  breaths,  in  the  beating  of  his  heart.  but  their  PROXIMITY  now  only  serves  as  a  reminder  to  what  they  could’ve  been.  what  they  were.            ❛  you  fooled  me.  you  had  me  believe  what  we  had  was  a  fairytale.  one  where  i  wasn’t  the  villain  for  once.  ❜            this  was  a  long  time  coming.            ❛  you  told  everyone  i  was  NOTHING  to  you.  when  you  were  my  EVERYTHING.  ❜            but  such  was  arah’s  way.  the  villain  never  won  in  these  fables.  there  would  never  be  any  happy  endings  for  her  story.

     as  arah  closes  the  distance  between  them,  frustration  bubbles  within  mack.  he  had  never  been  anything  but genuine  with  her,  and  it  wasn’t  good  enough  for  her.  he  thought  things  were  going  great  between  them,  then out  of  nowhere,  she  disappears.  and  he’s  the  one  who  played  her?  no,  mack  doesn’t  want  to  fight,  but  he’s  sick  of  not  knowing  what  the  fuck  arah  was  talking  about  when  referring  to  a   relationship  he  was  in.  “when  the  fuck  did  i—”  oh.  the  memory  hits  him  hard;  him  brushing  off  the  question  when  pushed  to  define  what  their  relationship  was.  which  arah  asked  him  about  that  day  in  the  music  room.  but  she  had  said  she  was  on  the  same  page.  she  had  another  guy,  a  better  guy  lined  up  before  she  even  asked  how  he  felt.  which,  he  would’ve  told  her,  if  she gave  him  the  opportunity  to  explain  why  he  hadn’t  told  anyone  they  were  together;  because  he  didn’t  even  know if  they were.  they  had  never  discussed  it.  mack  wants  to  throw  her  behavior  in  her  face;  how  could  she  claim  to  have  loved  him  when  she  chose  trading  up  over  hearing  him  out?  “i  fooled  you?  you’re  the  one  that  went—”  he  cuts  himself  off,  refusing  to  twist  the  knife  when  he  knows  she’s  hurting.  mack  exhales  a  sigh,  taking  a  moment  to  reevaluate  his  approach  to  the  conversation.  and  as  he  does,  the  pieces  start  to  fall  in  place.  it  feels  a  lot  like  a  punch  in  the  gut.  “you  didn’t  have  another  date,  did  you?”

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# mwah

name:  jo  🌻 ringtone:  you’re  my  best  friend  by  queen. last  text:  (  mack  📲  jo  🌻  )  is  my  red  sweater  in  your  stuff?

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# yes hello, tumblr is a wh*re. this is for dylan.

name:  called  for  a  good  time. ( @dylanhawth ) ringtone:   x  files  theme  song. last text:  (  mack  📲  called  for  a  good  time  )  pal,  i’ve  gotta  be  honest  with  you.  i  think  you’ve  completely  lost  the  fuckin  plot

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# xoxo

name:  rosie ringtone:  wannabe  by  spice  girls. last  text:  (  mack  📲  rosie  )  finally  googled  it.  apparently  there  really  aren’t  bears  in  the  alps  😓

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