be hard to forget

blythe 'bunny' brooke. 21. esfp. sagittarius. ♡

[bunnybly]

what’s for dinner? (from 2012 meme)

“dinner ?! i thought i was supposed to make desert. i made chocolate brownies with extra chocolate chips…oops ? do you still want any ? “

[bunnybly]

what happened to you?

“i kind of got too excited and fell on my face, but i’m okay ! do you have any wine, though ? this ibuprofen is taking ♫ forever ♫ to kick in.”

[bunnybly]

are you okay? - from aurelia

“yeah, of course ! even girls like me need naps sometimes. how can i be my best self if i’m sleepy,” blythe asked seeming genuinely confused as she laid down on a bench. 

[bunnybly]

bottoms up!

“...oooo no, sammy, i don’t think i can drink anymore. if you drink too much, you mi--” blythe pauses to hiccup. “you might--” another hiccup. “sammy, i think i might throw up...where's the trash can ? ” 

[bunnybly]

i’m not angry, i’m just disappointed.

“please, tell me what i can do to fix it. i’ll do anything, i swear. please don’t be upset with me, car...”

[dragonflyrph]

RP STARTERS BASED OFF OF 2012 ROLEPLAY.

what?

what do you want?

can i help you?

what are you doing in my room?

i’m sorry, who are you?

suck my ass.

what’s for dinner?

hi there!

*smut gif*

get out of my way.

what are you looking at?

haha, that’s hilarious.

yeah, well. you suck.

i’ve missed you.

*accidentally runs into you* ohmigosh, i’m sorry!

watch where you’re going.

can’t you see that i’m a little busy here?

what happened to you?

i’m not jealous.

*whole starter written around a 500x gif*

i didn’t hear a word you just said.

do i know you?

my shower broke, can i use yours?

are you telling the truth?

i really gotta get back to work.

please stop saying you’re sorry.

what are you doing in my bed?

are you okay?

here, let me help you with that.

ugh, what time is it?

please don’t leave.

i told you not to sneak up on me.

bottoms up!

i’m sorry can you repeat that?

are you sure you don’t want a beer?

here, i got you something!

it’s 4 o’clock in the morning.

what the hell are you doing?

what the hell were you thinking?

it’s too early for this shit.

don’t talk to me until i had my coffee.

aren’t you going to invite me?

are you coming or not?

long time no see!

i don’t know how to swim.

i’m ten but my license says twenty-one.

you can’t do that!

you look like you’ve seen a ghost.

don’t you know who i am?

that was uncalled for.

say that to me and i will kill you, do you understand?

i couldn’t believe it. it just completely blew my mind.

i’m not angry, i’m just disappointed.

what are you reading there?

don’t touch me, i’m fine.

move.

i cannot believe we’re out of food.

*just a fucking gif with text*

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[bunnybly]

@baileysam

“okay, okay, okay,” blythe sang, getting higher each time she repeated herself. both her hands held out towards sam, her eyes closed completely shut. “hear me out here,” she opened her eyes to give him all her focus. “caramel corn is a million times better than any other kind of popcorn, and no one can change my mind. not even you and your cute little bow tie, boy bailey.” 

[bunnybly]

cvrsonking·:

carson’s expression was probably priceless when blythe opened the door, a mix between surprise and confusion. “why would i be selling cookies?” she questioned, brows pulling together as her head tilted slightly to the side. “i wasn’t supposed to bring any, was i?” she asked uneasily. she wasn’t. there was no way she would have forgotten something she was supposed to do. 

“it was sarcasm, silly,” blythe shook her head, rolling her eyes in a lighthearted manner. “lucky for you, i’m making some anyway,” she exclaimed, bouncing back to leave room for carson to walk in and see the cookies in the oven. “i put chocolate chips and white chocolate. c’mon, get in here, i don’t want to eat ‘em all by myself.” 

[bunnybly]

bevcrly·:

with a box of treats in one hand and a fist poised to knock in the other, beverly was contemplating the risks of letting her presence be known without any chance to slip out. there was a twenty-five percent chance that it’d be sofia answering the door and the field operative didn’t have the energy to deal with her. still she knocked on the door, giving it a few quick raps before a set of feet could be heard. letting out a small sigh of relief once she picked up that it would be blythe answering the door, beverly did her best to give herself a more pleasant version of her schooled expression, one that would hopefully seem less cold to the the bubbly redhead. “ why would i be? ” she asked, genuinely curious as to why she would think she, of all people, would be selling desserts to other students. “ is leonora here? ” 

“that was my take at sarcasm...did i not do a good job? i thought it was funny,” the redhead let out a short sigh before smiling once again. “nope, but you’re welcome to sit in the living room until she is. i’m making brownies. do you want some? they have ♫ chocolate chips in them ♫,” she ended musically. despite what beverly may have thought of the energized bunny, blythe actually enjoyed spending time with the other. of course, she wasn’t one to notice if someone hadn’t wanted her around. being observant wasn’t exactly her strong suit unless it was on the field. 

[bunnybly]

sixnnarichxtti·:

arms folded across her chest and brows furrowed together deep in thought, blue eyes were trained on the tall black machine in front of her. to those passing by, it appeared as though the brunette was indecisive about or confused by it, but neither were correct. hearing a voice speak up beside her, sienna put her finger out towards said person, loudly shushing them. at the slightest indicator that they might try to speak to her again, she would wave her hand in their face and proceed to make more obnoxious shushing sounds. the entire time, her eyes never drifted away from the machine. after several more moments of silence, she finally spoke. “they took out the hot cheetos.” her tone was serious, angry even, like the act committed was the most offensive thing anyone could ever do.

blythe watched as the line for the vending machine got shorter and shorter. today must’ve been her lucky day. “maybe they are just out of ‘em,” blythe replied, not seeing the problem until, her worst nightmare hit her. within an instant, blythe was sent to full panic mode. it had felt like her heart dropped all the way down to her butt. “wait, please tell me they still have rice krispie treats...” there was no point in living without her marshmallow treats.

[bunnybly]

jacekwcn·:

after a long day at the library, digging up some info on an outdated form of encryption for his own personal project, he was being kicked out by the librarian. the only public library in winchester and they couldn’t even keep it open 24/7? it was bloody ridiculous. stepping inside the elevator, he pushed the button for the ground floor, then waited for the doors to close. not a second later, he heard someone quickly approaching. any decent human being would have held the doors open and waited, but not jace. instead, he pushed the ‘door close’ button about a couple dozen times. and just when the metal doors began shutting, he saw a hand slip through, prompting the doors to open again. bloody fucking hell.

blythe’s popped her hand right between the doors as quickly as possible; she did not run in her little mary jane heels just to ride the creepy elevator alone, especially at night. sure, she could take care of herself, but this way, maybe she could make a new friend. her face lit up as she slipped into the elevator. she didn’t even wait a second before introducing herself. “hi, i’m blythe brooke,” she exclaimed, presenting her hand for a short handshake. 

[give-it-some-zazz]

“i can be who i want to be, and sexy…”

[bunnybly]

the random knock at the door sent blythe’s heart racing-- in a good way, of course. what surprise could possibly be waiting behind her front door? she was dying to find out. her red curls bounced as she darted towards the door to reveal her new mystery guest. “lemme guess,” she let out as the door opened. “are you selling cookies?”

[bunnybly]

pacearchcr·:

umber eyes are glued to the bandages wrapped tight around his knuckles, hands trembling from the continuous blows to one of the various bags in the gym. there wasn’t a clue in his mind what he looked like when whacking away at the weighed bag, letting out his endless stream of personal problems that infinitely weighed him down. but to him, it was tranquil — his mind would go completely blank. this time though, this time he’d done it — and he hadn’t realized until the bandages were completely removed and revealed the bruising and lacerations. rookie mistake.  “  shit,  ”  he whispered beneath his breath, a habit that he tried to shake with the younger population of recruits running around. it’s not that he didn’t think they cursed but— he wasn’t about to condone it. after carefully fishing through his bag and coming up short for new bandages, he finally made the decision to approach the nearest person.  “  ‘scuse me— got any bandages to spare? did a number on my hands practicing some punches … just got a little carried away is all.  ”  although bandages were his request, he made sure to keep them tucked away and out of sight.

it was too quiet for blythe’s taste. all you could hear was grunting and water bottles being opened. every person blythe could see had headphones in. the televisions were all off. there was a weird aura, and blythe was not feeling it. she wandered around the gym to find an area less surreal. thank god, someone had finally opened their mouth and let words fill the space, bouncing off the walls and somehow missing blythe’s ears. she froze for a second -- not registering the question he had asked. “bandaids,” the redhead exclaimed before pausing briefly. “no, but i do have this,” she reached into her gym bag to find a basic H&M tank top she was wearing previously before changing into her gym attire. “let me wrap it up for ya. i’m real good at it, promise. you won’t even notice the difference. although, honestly, it’s probably softer. and it kinda smells like coconuts! here, smell.” she held the shirt close to his face. she was so excited that someone was finally talking, she wasn’t going to just let this opportunity pass. 

[bunnybly]

xunyijvn‌:

so, he found himself having a bit of an issue. he’d gone out to explore the grounds a bit more, interested in what there was to do outside of the regulated activites. surely, with how grand the academy was there was some kind of mischief he could get up to. this, however, was not what he would deem as mischief. no, this was, quite frankly, poor planning on his own part. poor planning that ended up with him getting stuck in a tree. he’d been debating for a while, idly sat with his back against the trunk of tree, playing his gameboy. an hour or two had already passed but the sun was still at a good place in the sky and, for now, yijun was pretty content to just wait there for a while before attempting to vault himself out of the tree. 

lucky for him he had a snack. pulling the plastic foiled treat from his jacket pocket, yijun was preparing to open it when the worst thing to happen that day occured. he dropped his poptarts. “not the poptarts,” he bemoaned covering his face with his hands, completely oblivious to the fact that there happened to be someone actually passing near by when this occurred. no doubt they either heard him or were able to see the falling package

blythe was on her way to get her daily coffee. every day she tries to take a different route. she finds it helps keep the routine fresh and not as boring. sometimes she finds herself lost, but she always manages to make it back to where she needs to be. even if she is 3 hours late. and this trip was already proving itself to be unforgettable as she walked under a tree and was hit in the head with...a poptart? since when did poptarts fall from trees? she picked up pieces of the broken poptart, blew any dirt away, and shoved it into her mouth. “dirt don’t hurt, and if i die, god knows why,” she mumbled, trying not to let crumbles fall from her lips.

[bunnybly]

[ MADELAINE PETSCH, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER, 21 ] // filed under: ( BLYTHE BROOKE ), student is a ( SECOND YEAR ) from ( CANADA ) who specializes in ( FIELD OPS ). we believe they will be an asset because they are ( COURAGEOUS & RESOURCEFUL ). however, we are monitoring them due to their tendency to be ( DITZY & CHILDISH ). at their basic state, they remind one of ( WEARING HEART-SHAPED SUNGLASSES WHILE LOUDLY CHEWING BUBBLEGUM, MESSY SPACEBUNS, AND BIG DOE EYED LOOKS ). our ( BUNNY ) has promise, but as we all know, brier isn’t for everyone. ✉ [ mace, 22, central, she/her ]

hey y’all its macie again...i couldn’t resist anyway i lowkey stole this lil filler out template from somebody i don’t remember who it was but thank u <3

full name: blythe bailey brooke nicknames: bly, bee, bb codename: bunny sexual orientation: bi-curious mbti: esfp   zodiac sign: sagittarius year/specialty: second/field ops likes: red, pop music, romcoms, bunnies (of course), youtube, lollipops, being underestimated dislikes: scary movies, rain, broken nails, being late, hospitals

personality

blythe is definitely one of those hannah montana types: she's quick on her feet, brave, n tough while also being a huge ditz that can't seem to remember her own room number. when she's on the field, it's like she's a different person -- still the big goofy child everyone knows her as, but there is a layer of seriousness and focus that's almost unbelievable. it's like she puts on this bubbly act, but really that's just who she is. she's an onion; she's got layers. there's just something about her that's charming, however, not everyone feels this way about her. some find her annoying; some think she's fake. blythe doesn't really let it bother her.

even though she has her issues, she tries not to show them. she'd rather be known for the ray of sunshine she usually is, but when she's really down, her normal self can become a bit of an act (which only makes her "haters" more certain that it's all a facade). it's rare that she feels this way, but when she does, it's hard to get her out of it.

family

she has a seemingly normal family, despite being adopted. she loves her dads more than anything; they are her #1 supporters. sometimes she wonders what her biological parents were like, but she usually manages to convince herself that it's not worth finding out. her instrusive thoughts can get the best of her however, so watch out techies..she might make you dig up some info for her.

plots/connections 

looking for all kinds of friends ofc (even one-sided friendships lmao)

enemies/"haters" who are convinced that she's a fake lil B*TCH lol

previous flings??? she probably wouldn't have gone all the way w them but it could've been like a lil talking phase or whatever

crushes as always // im down 4 her exploring her bicuriousity