imssg // maggie
maggie: its almost time for night drinking
maggie: whats your stance on that?
brooke: probably like 2% better than day drinking but only if the alcohol is free

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imssg // maggie
maggie: its almost time for night drinking
maggie: whats your stance on that?
brooke: probably like 2% better than day drinking but only if the alcohol is free
imssg // maggie
maggie: respectable drag
maggie: are you doing something better?
brooke: 100% percent
brooke: day drinking
imssg // maggie
maggie: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/43/a7/91/43a791b00e4784a6155ff48a4cbed373.jpg
maggie: ART
maggie: come make ART
maggie: im covered in chalk
maggie: it's everywhere
brooke: no thank u lisa frank
brooke: i'd rather spend my time doing .....literally anything else
brooke → viktor
viktor: you drain the mold out ... duh
viktor: it's got health benefits you wouldn't understand
brooke: how do you just drain all of the mold out
brooke: how do you guarantee that???
brooke: it makes no sense like at all
Never Goin’ Back dir. Augustine Frizzell (2018)
brooke → viktor
viktor: i laughed //:
viktor: it’s moldy fermented tea. tea fermented with mold. fermented mold tea.
viktor: it’s healthy!
brooke: how is MOLDY tea HEALTHY
brooke: isnt mold like super bad for you
teddylawrence:
“God, c’mon, please,” Teddy dragged out the last word for far too long, probably long enough to annoy the other, head thrown back and everything. A full on dramatic display of how whiny he could get if he didn’t get his way, “I’ll show you! Promise,” he said, making his way towards the other, already gripping onto Brooke’s hands to position them properly, making sure the end of the arrow slotted properly into the notch of the bow, “Stuffed animal? That… would have been smart if we were at, like, the carnival, but. Hellur, we’re at a party in an abandoned building, like. Obviously, I’m gonna give you a shot or something. We have a fuck ton of liquor and the prize is like, the closer you get to the center of the target the more, like, top shelf shit you get or whatever. I don’t know I didn’t… actually think about it, I won’t lie. But, I mean, alcohol! It’s worth the try for alcohol, right?”
Brooke let out a prolonged groan as Teddy began to pull her hands into position, completely aware that she looked like a petulant child who’d shown up to someone’s birthday party only to make everything about her. “This hurts my fingers,” she whined, before being distracted by the promise of alcohol. Any alcohol was good alcohol, and the idea of getting some for free was enough to snap her out of her mood. “Can I win, like, a whole bottle?” Brooke asked, eyebrows shooting up towards her hairline as she began to pull back on the bowstring despite having no clue how a bow actually worked. “Like, a whole bottle of whiskey or something? Or vodka?”
teddylawrence:
The $5 bed-sheet looking outfit wrapped around Teddy - he was proud that he’d bought it from an actual costume store and didn’t use his own bed-sheets, despite their look - would probably make anyone else wince as they wore it. The outfit wasn’t even a necessity, but there wasn’t a time Teddy didn’t find a way to dress up if an occasion set up a reason to. Teddy was just so giddy he didn’t even think twice about it, plastic crown on his head teetering so that it was on the edge of slipping off his head, “See, this is where I envisioned people could bob for apples because that would be, like, fun, but. It doesn’t really have… anything to do with. Our theme,” he explained to his company, after insisting on showing them around the room that really, could be taken in in all of five seconds anyway. It was obvious Teddy was wired, pupils dilated and movements short as he attempted to do a thousand things at once, finally settling on grabbing the other’s hand and dragging them to the other side of the room, “But we set up fake archery! Try it! I kinda wanted it to be… super real, because that’d be cool. I’m realizing now how that could be dangerous. Seriously, try it. For me? Please?”
Brooke had been dragged out of her dorm room against her will, told that doing anything other than watching murder documentaries would be an acceptable use of her time. She disagreed but her protests and frequent passive aggressive sighs had done nothing to save her from her fate and now here she was, bow in one hand and a leaking cup of beer in the other. “I don’t know how to shoot a fucking arrow,” she whined as she made a conscience effort not stomp her booted foot against the floor. “What’s the point, anyway? Do I win something? Like a fucking stuffed animal or an eraser or some shit?”
brooke → viktor
viktor: ya my therapist said i had to cut out toxic people from my life /:
viktor: [...]
viktor: sike! i’ve been making my own kombucha and it stinks up the place.
brooke: thats not fucking funny viktor
brooke: like at all
brooke: whats kombucha
brooke → viktor
brooke: can i come over please 🙂
brooke: u havent had me over in like a month 🙂
sebfitzgerald:
“For fucks sakes Emily, you’re not pregnant with my child, just fat. Let’s settle this on Jeremy Kyle, lie detector test and all. You can’t get pregnant if I didn’t insert myself into your wide-set grand canyon— You’re the Virgin Mary now? The baby will come out of your ass then? How about my ass?” A sudden beep could be heard from the iPhone and he checked to see that he was hung up on. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned. How was he to be amused now without the bible thumper?
“You know vaginas can’t be stretched out to the point of being a fucking canyon, right?” Brooke asked, face screwed up in an expression that could only be explained as a combination of disgust and intrigue. Listening to people talk on the phone was always interesting, even if the conversation was boring, but finding someone like this was a rarity and Brooke wasn’t about to let him get away without coaxing some information out of him. “It’s elastic, okay? The vagina. It’s like a Stretch Armstrong type thing if Stretch Armstrong were a hole that you could put your dick into.” As she continued to speak, Brooke leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “And since the vagina is like Stretch Armstrong, that means it bounces back, so your whole argument is flawed. Well, except for her being pregnant. You definitely can’t have a baby out of your ass. Maybe one day, though. Science is fucking wild.”
「 odessa young. cis female. 」have you seen brooke o’doyle around yet? i hear she decided to be in PEREGRINIS for their SOPHOMORE year as a PSYCHOLOGY major. the 22 year old SHEPHERD is known to be clever, loyal, violent and catty.
* tw for sibling death via car accident
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