「 underestimate me so i can prove you wrong.

Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.

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oftylers:

“i mean, i WORK here, so i’d get a discount anyways.” tyler responded, but nonetheless sat down next to her, “which, i think might come in handy with how much you want to drink.”

"is that judgement i’m hearing, tyler?” bronte gasped and put her hand over her heart in mock offense.

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arcbellc:

“we both know i will be able to go through twelve, but will you?” arabella teased the other. “what are we celebrating or should i say mourning? tell me eveything. i have all the time in the world.”

"is that a challenge? you’re so on, bella.” she raised an eyebrow at the other brunette, a light laugh tumbling from her lips. “we are mourning my sanity.”

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astoriadubois:

The blonde heaved a tired sigh as she sat down beside the other, one she recognised from her building. Couldn’t do her any harm to attempt making some friends here. “You’re an angel from above. I’ll just have a glass of white.”

bronte observed the woman for a moment, she looked familiar, and then she knew who she was. her new neighbor. they had never talked, only crossed path a couple of times, in the stairs. “oh hey, you’re my new neighbor, aren’t ya? i never introduced myself, name’s bronte.”

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adamxdenver:

“-slow down there killer, you’re going to make yourself sick.” adam said not even needing to look at the girl who accompanied the oh so familiar voice. it was a voice he had heard many times before, a voice that became a bit of a comfort to him after a rough day at work. “i’m still working on this one.” he said holing his scotch tightly taking small sips, letting the alcohol soothe him from a stressful day, his voice was quiet, soft almost. he felt tired and beaten by the day. 

"i can hold my liquor just fine, doctor,” the brunette snarked and did not look over to adam. as it always happened, when she was close to the older male, her heart pounded in her chest and she silently cursed him for the reaction he ignited her with only his presence. she felt like a dewy-eyed teenager going through her first crush and she hated it. “long day?” she inquired and looked around for any familiar face. if her sister caught wind of the two having a conversation, bronte would get lectured, she was sure of it. she was supposed to hate adam, sister code and all.

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alexrhcdes:

“well, i never was a girl to turn down free drinks— or free ANYTHING for that matter,” the latter of her statement is almost inaudible, a comment made beneath her breath as the brunette takes seat next to bronte. slender hand coming up to gesture to her companions drink, silently requesting the same from the male serving them. “so— what troubles are you drinking to forget?”

bronte looked up from her drink to the familiar brunette, her mouth quirking up into a smirk at the comment. "you’re a smart girl. just family shit, nothing worth talking about.” bronte responded vaguely, not wanting to elaborate. she was at the bar to forget the shitty situation she put herself in, not reopen the wound.

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pastor-clay:

he was already taking a seat as she spoke. “im sure the last thing you want is a lecture on moderation.” he let out a soft laugh. “before i found the lord, i might have taken you up on that offer. but, today i’ll just have a coke. thank you, though.” he really just came out to get out of his office. and he didn’t feel like going home. “how are you?”

"not being lectured would be much appreciated,” she confirmed with a nod before rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly and cleared her throat. “oh dam--dang, i forgot you couldn’t drink.” once again, bronte waved to the bartender and ordered a coke for the male. “i’m doing well, just had a long day at work. how about you?”

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“i need another drink or twelve, so feel free to sit down and join me -- my treat.” the brunette offered to the person standing next to her, knocking back the rest of the bourbon, sending a grateful smile to the bartender as she refiled her drink.

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impulse control ?????? idk her she blocked me

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okay so i’m finally posting an intro. a lil bit about bronte and althea.

bronte fairchild

has lived in sh her entire life

she is a twin and if u hurt him in any way, she will have ur head on a platter. same goes for her older sister

speaking of her sister, she slept with her fiancé (and is still is to this day) and unknowingly to her, bronte was the other woman

she knows what she’s doing is shitty but she can’t bring herself to put an end to whatever it is they are bc she has feelings for him although she’ll never admit it out loud, big commitment issues right there.

studied three years in paris after graduating high school in a fancy parisian culinary school

she opened a restaurant when she returned to town and it’s pretty successful

she’s determined af. anything she puts her mind to, she accomplishes.

she's a very sociable person and loves to go out and go on crazy adventures

also brutally honest -- verbal filter? never heard of it

connections wise, i’d like a best friend / ride-or-die for bronte (someone she’s known her entire life and they’d be the christina to her meredith), an ex (messed her up p much & is the cause of her commitment issues), some close friends, frenemies bc those r so much fun, enemies, everything & anything tbh.

althea mcdonell

althea’s real name is nova kingsley

she was born in england but grew up in nyc

family was wealthy af, and involved in some shady mod / drug business which ultimately caused their death

her parents were very strict and althea rebelled against p much anything they told her bc she was done being someone they wanted her to be rather than herself. she drank to excess, fuck anyone with a pulsive, experimented with drugs -- yes she was a bit of a mess before her parents passed on

speaking of, she witnessed their murder and it changed her radically (obvi)

after the murder, she was provided with a false identity by the fbi and sent to live with one of their agent. he was in charge to look after her until she was eighteen but she still lives with him and considers him a brother (pls bring that connection to me)

althea isn’t the outgoing person she once was, now she’s withdrawn, paranoid, and closed-off -- she never, ever talks about her past to anyone

legit if u ask her about her childhood or sth she will not utter a word and stare at you blankly until u back off

she doesn’t get close to people

if she gets too close to someone she cut ties, simple as that

and that’s it.

connections wise, i’d like a friend or two for althea (they wouldn’t mind much her aloof attitude and wouldn’t get offended when every once in a while she stops talking to them), maybe someone that has ties to the mob her parents were involved with?, or even someone that worked for her parents (could be interesting.)

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hey peeps, the name’s lou and i’m super pumped for this rp ! i’m on mobile rn so i’ll be posting a proper intro tomorrow but please hmu or give the post a like if you’d like to plot with bronte or althea !

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I read a lot of books at the same time. Like that scene in Clueless where Cher says you need to read one non-school book a week.

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Phoebe Tonkin photographed by Isaac Sterling

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Behind the scenes of Phoebe Tonkin for Girls in FRAME

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The glorious Marshall ponytail is back ♥