𝖎, 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖒𝖇

brooklyn rossdale. pi gamma phi. twenty three. political science.

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“Rude? I’m not being rude. You know when I’m being rude,” she said. Lord knows how many times Sky had seen spats between Brooklyn and their mother, which got downright ugly more often than not. “I was offering you the chance to hang out with me, but it looks like I have to drag Taylor face first through the front garden for treating you like shit. She in her room?” She smiled at Sky’s t-shirt; no matter what was going on, her sister never failed to subtly remind her just how off-kilter the Rossdale bloodline was, for better or worse. Brooklyn would make good on her word, too---no matter how goofy Sky was, there was no situation where Brooklyn would allow her to be disrespected.

[brooklynrxo-blog]

romeo standing in the doorway wasn’t necessarily a welcome sight, but she knew it was a risk she took each time she approached the pi tau household. “i can see you’re as charming as ever,” she said dryly. she entered the house, looking at the decorations despite how often she’d seen them. “is he even here or am i wasting my time?”

[brooklynrxo-blog]

Truth be told, she should’ve been prepared for Evan to answer the door---she was at the Zeta Lambda Epsilon house, after all.  And sure, taking up an offer for what she was pretty sure was a date felt odd, especially considering she wasn’t that interested in a romantic relationship with Taylor, or at all. But seeing her firefighting friend standing in the doorway was enough to put a smile on her face and mean what she said about changing plans. “I’d be fine with that. You got something in mind?”

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“Taylor was the one who texted me, where were you at?” She said jokingly. “I know the phone works two ways, but to take rosé off the table because of it? Absolutely cruel. If he’s a no-show, I’d be more than happy to put that bottle away with you.”

[queenbrooke]

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“He said he’d meet me here,” she said, her tone growing exasperated despite the comment being rhetorical. “We were gonna go get some ice cream. He wanted froyo, but I was ready to get him to change his mind. Riveting, I know.” She was fully self-deprecating, anticipating that he would have said it if she hadn’t. “Whatever, his loss is your gain. What’re you up to, hot shot?”

[softdavidrose]

[dimitrixmoretti-blog]

softjakeperalta‌:

I know everything about you. about your history, your family…  and I’m still here.

@brooklynrxo​

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“Oh hon, I’m not grumpy,” she said, resting her arm against the threshold of the front door and her opposite hand on her hip. “I’m just too lazy to wander into my own sorority house. If Taylor’s not here, that just means you get to entertain me. What’re you up to?”

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“oh shit, babe” she said, trying not to gawk at how heavily thomas' cold appeared to have taken over. she put a hand on his chest and gingerly backed him up into the pi tau alpha house, following right behind him and closing the door. "fuck taylor, you've got my full attention, tee. now where's your room? i feel like i'm only ever here when i'm shitfaced. have you had some soup yet?”

[movedtobeforesunrise]

[brooklynrxo-blog]

"wait, are you actually expecting that of me? i'm down for the count after stubbing my pinky toe on furniture, there's no way i'd make a good sacrificial lamb." she moved herself onto the open side of the bed, lying back with her head resting on a pillow. “yeah, i’m going. that should never be a question, i have no self respect," she said facetiously. "i'll definitely need a few hours of beauty rest to gear up for it, but i'm down for some pregaming if you are, buttercup."

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“possible, but my gut says i’ve been ditched,” she said. "if they peg you as a witch, they're probably trying to take me down with you. god knows pretty blonde girls are the first to get binned.” she offered a smile, knowing all too well that her reason for being given a witch's death was more for being too much to handle than being conventionally attractive. by now brooklyn didn’t pay it much mind -- her frequent presence was an acquired taste, more or less. it was probably why she was standing in the doorway of the big, beautiful kappa house instead of meandering inside. "i forget the title, but she said it had young jeff goldblum in it and that's really all i needed. i don't know if you've seen pictures of that man in the 80s, but damn."

[legaciesladies]

[brooklynrxo-blog]

brooklyn sighed, her bottom lip protruding to direct the airflow upward to blow strands of hair out of her face. “figures. she’s a total flake.” she said, exasperated. as farren eyed her, brooklyn returned the favor, only to wince when her intentions were questioned. “please, i’m not trying to catch a manslaughter charge today. the last thing you need is water turning you into an icicle. i was promised a bad movie of some kind, but alas.” she looked farren over a little more. “what’ve you got going on?”

[brooklynrxo-blog]

Brooklyn knocked on the front door of the Greek house, impatiently waiting for her pal of the day to join her. When the door was opened, she couldn’t help but be disappointed (however, not surprised) that someone else answered.

“Hey, go get Taylor,” she said. “Unless you plan on keeping me busy today. Beggers can’t be choosers and you probably won’t be bored.”

[celestevdb-blog1]

                  a night filled with alcohol and a lot of dancing is something celeste had always loved. what she hates more than anything in this world are the morning after the best part: hangovers. “ugh.” she groaned sternly, letting her hand travel through her nightstand and find her phone without looking. she had to check on her company from last night is she actually made it home safely, even if she’s 8 hours late from doing so– if things went south, she’ll just have to think about the right things to do when her hangover finally decides to leave her alone. “hey, brook.” the redhead never sounded this sick before. “just called in to check up on you. call me as soon as you get this message, or if you’re not as hungover as i am, bring me some advil and chicken noodle soup to save someone from dying.” as soon the line was cut, she covered herself again with her duvet, in hopes that the hangover will go away once she wakes up again. @brooklynrxo

[brooklynrxo-blog]

brooklyn wasn’t the kind of person to wake up with a shitty hangover and say she would never drink again, simply because she knew it wasn’t true. keeping her away from a good time was nearly impossible, sometimes regardless of the consequences. however, that never prevented her from suffering god awful consequences the day after. the light shining in through her thin curtains caused her to stir, but it was the sound of celeste's phone call that made her eyes shoot open. she couldn't help but groan listening to her friend's message, but ultimately, she knew she’d just slide into celeste’s bed upon her arrival, so if soup and pain reliever happened to be the ticket to more rest, so be it. after picking up a giant container of advil and some deli chicken noodle soup, she made her way to celeste’s quarters, not even bothering to knock on the door before entering. “yes, it’s me, white blonde female jesus christ,” she said, resting celeste’s answered prayers on a desk. “now make room, i’m sleeping for a dangerously long period of time.”

[valentinamrtnez-blog]

╰ ° 「 “ Don’t you ever hear strange noises late at night in your house but you don’t know if its your house creaking or something else?  Well ll I just hurt one and it had me shook….what should I do?… ” 」

[brooklynrxo-blog]

“You just gotta burn the place. Evacuate the premises, that bag of bricks has gotta be a goner. Let me know if you need help. I’m not an expert on setting fires but I can’t imagine there’s, like, a LOT to it.”