brooke maddox.

not mean, brutally honest. it's a different shade of mean.

[asystolle]

NEW GIRL 1.17 - Fancyman Pt. 1

[rhiannonlazar]

“I am?” Rhiannon spoke aloud without thinking, genuinely taken aback by the compliments. Funnily, it was exactly how she would’ve described the blonde herself, if she’d been asked. Before she could say another word, Brooke was settling in, Rhi’s eyes widening a little at the sheer variety of the stationary now scattered across the desk. There were colours she certainly wouldn’t mind borrowing, if the girl allowed. “Oh, no, I wasn’t worried. I know.” She smiled shyly in return. Spending so much time alone meant being keenly observant, and despite Brooke’s tendency to hang out with the more intimidating crowd of students, Rhi had often noticed her answering the teacher’s questions with ease. Still, she was grateful to hear Brooke wasn’t planning on just dumping it all on her, even though she would’ve done the work regardless. It’d be nice to have someone to actually talk to during class.

Of course, Rhiannon already knew her name, but she nodded in greeting regardless. “Rhiannon,” she replied. Brooke’s question was a little funny, considering how different their personalities and lifestyles were, but still, she humoured it. “And it’s not that weird, don’t worry. I guess I don’t really talk all that much.” Though, she didn’t really have anyone in class to talk to. Glancing down at the heading, Rhiannon began to think. The assignment had been to pick a novel they each liked and discuss the similarities and differences between them, eventually presenting it to the class. Rhi was having trouble narrowing one down. “Do you know which book you’re choosing?”

[brookemcddox]

"Uh, hello — duh. Do you not own a mirror?" Brooke questioned, her eyebrows raised high, as if it should've been obvious to Rhiannon how stunning she was. "And you're au naturel. Not many of the girls here can say that, not even me," Brooke shrugged, her comments genuine. The blonde was certain that if Rhi had more confidence in herself, she'd have every student tripping over themselves with either desire or jealousy. "Thanks, though. For seeing past my blondeness. I'm not saying I can guarantee us an A, but I'm not some dumb airhead. Not all of the time, anyway." Brooke smiled, grateful to engage in some light-hearted teasing, even if it was at her own expense.

"Rhiannon, cute. Can I call you Rhi?" She didn't mind either way, but nicknames were a great way to personalise relationships. "If I were you, I'd keep it that way. There's barely anyone here worth talking to anyway. Not unless you enjoy slugging beer and discussing everyone's bra size," Brooke muttered, rolling her eyes. Reconnecting with Eddie had certainly shone some light about her own social circle, and how false it was. At Rhiannon's next question, the blonde nodded, already having had a book in mind before Miss. Oswald had finished detailing the assignment. "I'm feeling rageful, so I'm choosing Gone Girl. Hopefully it doesn't give me any ideas, or Jake is going to regret ever meeting me." She smiled, picking up a black pen once she'd finished the title. "What about you?"

[edwarddmunson]

“Yeah…” Ignoring the way the comment had stung, Eddie pouted and nodded slowly, pretending to consider it. “No, you’re right, I really screwed up on the outfit tonight, I completely forgot my flashing neon sign and high-vis vest. Your feedback’s been noted. No more lurkiness.” He was teasing, obviously, but a part of him wondered if there was some truth to it. He could almost always be found on the fringes. At mention of Jake, Eddie pressed his lips together, unsurprised but equally unimpressed. He should’ve been able to guess; he assumed they’d been together for years. They probably had been, but Eddie had done his best to avoid them as a pair back in One, uncomfortable with seeing them together. Seeing her with him. “Oh, that Jake? Yeah, man. We go way back. Real nice guy,” he smiled, the expression entirely sarcastic. Jake had often turned his day to utter shit, and more than once whilst high, Eddie had imagined very unfortunate things happening to him. “Would we… say ‘handsome’? That’s… sure, I mean…” he shrugged, muttering mostly to himself, as Brooke had continued on, obviously drunk and obviously upset.

Seeing her tears, his antagonistic behaviour faded in place of concern for her, frown growing. He’d seen her drunk before, but never this upset or disoriented, ranting at him like he wasn’t really there. Screw him, indeed. A part of him, the jealous part, wondered if she really was done this time, or it was just the drink talking. Eddie uncrossed his arms as he watched her, already feeling the urge to steady her, pull her closer. But he didn’t, not then, allowing her to come to her own decision. Finally, he nodded, liking the sound of her plan. “Ditto. Fuck that school, and fuck this party. They wouldn’t know music taste if they choked on it.” Then suddenly, she was turning away.

“Hey, wait —” He started toward her, having been too caught up in his own fervour to notice she hadn’t actually wanted a conversation. Eddie had been about to continue his rant about the abundance of pop music when she’d suddenly taken off. “Woah,” he commented, hands outstretching towards her despite her catching herself. “Slow down there, Humpty. That blonde egg of yours is real precious, y’know. You should look after it.” But her patience was obviously at its peak, Brooke looking severely flustered. Wallowing in tonight’s events wouldn’t help her, he decided. Switching back to the teasing approach, he held out a hand, bowing his head formally. “Milady. May I?”

[brookemcddox]

"No, I didn't — that's not what I meant," Brooke slurred, unable to decipher Eddie's sarcasm due to her drunken state. "I didn't say I didn't like it." Admittedly, it was far from her own style, but it suited him. It was an expression of individuality, and she'd never discourage anyone from that. Not anymore, anyway. She found herself glancing Eddie over as she considered it, before Jake's name was repeated back to her, causing her to groan in disgust. "He's a dick," was all she mustered in response, her lip trembling in frustration as she continued to withhold her tears. "You're right, he's not handsome. He's not anything." Although she'd insulted Jake countless times before, Brooke truly felt the finalisation in her statements this time. Her world had changed since she'd moved to Alexandria, and she needed to change along with it. That meant breaking bad cycles of behaviour — including whatever this relationship had become.

Letting go of the fence once she'd regained some of her balance, Brooke turned to face Eddie with intention, this time, ready to defend herself, until she realised he wasn't laughing. Teasing, yes, but not in a way that'd worsen her embarrassment. "How am I meant to look after it when everything is spinning?" The easiest solution would've been to head back inside, to drink a glass of water and crash on Eva's couch, but she meant what she'd said about forgetting. She couldn't do that surrounded by the very people who'd upset her in the first place. Eddie hadn't, though. Not in all the time he'd known her; even if her social circle had given him more than enough ammunition to do so. Even now, he was behaving more like a friend than they ever had. Her gaze softened, and she reached out, taking the hand he offered.

They walked in silence until Brooke found a rhythm that worked for her unstable legs, and if she was leaning all of her weight into him, Eddie didn't mention it. She allowed him to guide her, finding that his company was elevating her sour mood, lessening the burden of the night's events. The more she focused on him, the more she began to forget. The hum of the party's music faded into the background as they staggered off, so Brooke eventually spoke up in it's place, despite not finding it even remotely awkward. "You know I helped set up the playlist, right?" Brooke tried to feign annoyance, but a smile stretched her lips as she anticipated Eddie's reaction, a hiccup catching the laughter that'd intended to rise up in her throat. "Sorry, that was just me choking on my bad taste."

[peterbenpcrker]

[peterbenpcrker]

[edwarddmunson]

Nobody could say Eddie hadn’t given the party a shot. He’d shown up late, as was the norm, he’d nodded along to the music as if the selection hadn’t nearly caused his ears to bleed, he’d almost been thrown up on, and he’d had half a conversation with some people he barely recognised from school. It didn’t take long for the scene to become equal parts overwhelming and boring, so Eddie made his way outside, climbing onto the front fence and lighting up a cigarette. There were some other people scattered around the front yard, but he was the only one actually alone, which admittedly bothered him. Making friends had never come easy to him, and whilst he’d never conform or change who he was for someone else, he wished the path to something better wasn’t so lonely. Dragging on the cigarette, Eddie thought about the few people he knew from his district, ones who’d made it to Alexandria, wondering if he could forge a connection with any. Only one person really stood out to him, but she was so far out of his reach now, it was actually funny. Even thinking about it made him laugh. But his chuckle was cut short by the sound of yelling, Eddie alarmed to learn it had come from the exact person he’d been thinking about.

Discarding the cigarette, he quickly jumped back down, scanning the yard for her, wondering what had happened. Spying her coming up the path, he walked toward her, planning to intervene when suddenly she turned back, proceeding to walk right into him. Eddie threw his hands in the air immediately, stepping backward, both apologetic and amused by her outburst. "Oh, I saw you.” He smiled, watching her for a moment. “Think it was me you didn’t see.” At her realisation, Eddie nodded, expression sheepish, assuming what she was likely thinking. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me, lurking in the shadows.” Crossing his arms, he tilted his head in interest, still watching her closely. “So. Who’s the asshole?”

[brookemcddox]

“Well, I can barely see anything out here. It’s dark and you’re all blended in with your black clothes and your — lurkiness.” Brooke raised her eyebrows, but her chest deflated in relief, grateful that she’d at least bumped into someone she recognised. She wasn’t keen on the idea of having to engage in yet another argument, and Eddie didn’t seem to be holding the collision against her. “That asshole would be Jake. I’m sure you remember him. Tall, handsome. A total jerk.” Brooke wiped at her eyes, suddenly embarrassed that Eddie had witnessed the entire outburst. It didn’t stop her candour, though, feeling a strong urge to confide in someone; regardless of who that person was. “As if he has any right to speak about my father. I am so done with him. Officially this time. I’m never going back there. Screw him.” 

Sighing, Brooke crossed her arms, trying to ignore the weakness of her legs, the slight nausea. She’d definitely overdone it on the vodka. It wouldn’t be long before the fatigue caught up to her, and she didn’t want to be around anyone from this party when it did. “I want to go home. I want my bed, and I want to forget about all of this.” It was also a sign to Eddie, to avoid mentioning it next time they crossed paths. “Thank you for listening to me rant. But I’m leaving, so —” Brooke aimed to walk off confidently, but was unaware of her own drunken clumsiness, and staggered on her heels. Thankfully she managed to steady herself by catching the fence, but her face reddened, feeling a twinge of pain in her ankle as she straightened up. “Ugh, god!”

[rhiannonlazar]

As usual, Rhiannon was sitting alone, waiting impatiently for class to finish so she could finally get back to the boys. She’d been a loner her whole life, forced into finding independence, but she hadn’t wanted it. And now that she belonged to a group, she didn’t want them out of her sight. Mind elsewhere, she hadn’t noticed the blonde turn towards her, and her eyes went wide with surprise when she was actually spoken to. By one of the most formidable people in the room. And it hadn’t even been to borrow a pen or something equally uneventful.

“Wh- Really?” Rhiannon blinked, taking a moment to register it. “Oh. Um - yeah. Yeah, okay. I’d love to.” And that was the truth, considering she would’ve been chosen at random to pair up with a stranger otherwise. “And you can use whatever colour you want, I really don’t mind,” she smiled, wondering who she’d been talking about.

[brookemcddox]

“Uh – yeah, really. You’re smart and you’re gorgeous, right? That’s like the perfect combination,” Brooke explained, her smile unfaltering. She was grateful that the brunette had agreed without having to be convinced, too, further proving she’d made the right decision. “Good, then it’s settled. You’re officially my new partner.” With the confirmation, she pulled her chair around entirely, sprawling her stationary over the girl’s desk. “You totally don’t have to worry, I can work hard when I want to. You won’t be doing everything.”

Picking up a glossy pink pen, Brooke began writing out the title. “I’m Brooke, by the way. I can’t believe we’ve not spoken until now. It’s weird, right?” She knew it was likely her fault, as she’d spent time more partying with the more confident of their peers, but after her breakup with Jake, Brooke was looking to explore new connections. Genuine ones. 

[screamgifs]

[screamgifs]

It’s always all about me. Part of your girlish charm. No it’s not.

[lakewoodsource]

[peterbenpcrker]

[mitzgerald]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ACTUAL FOOTAGE OF PUPPIES IN LOVE

[bangurz]

[peterbenpcrker]

[blackthoren-deactivated20170718]

female awesome meme;  [1/5] non-warrior characters - brooke maddox “You think I’m doing this for my dad? I’m doing this beacause … I want to”

[veylsuilven]

SCREAM THE TV SERIES Season Two Episode Four

[brookemcddox]

After being given yet another paired assignment, Brooke sighed, rolling her eyes the second Miss Oswald turned her back. She’d been partnered with Ruby last time, and they’d failed miserably, the girls unable to agree on anything. She needed someone smart enough to guide her, but kind enough so that Brooke actually enjoyed listening. Glancing around the classroom, her eyes fell onto the quiet girl behind her. Brooke hadn’t seen her much around school, she mostly kept to herself, which probably meant she was intelligent. Brooke hadn’t noticed it before, but she was incredibly pretty, too. With a grin, the blonde whipped around to face her, leaning on her desk. “Hey. You wanna’ team up on this one? I could really use someone who doesn’t yell at me for not wanting to use red ink.”