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Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

She didn’t know how she found herself at a zombie-themed party in Antebellum, but she had just been at a bar, drinking with one of the hosts who drunkenly insisted she had to come. The guy had generously attacked her face with fake blood, giving her a drip down her chin, the red eyeshadow she already happened to have on giving her an otherwordly look. Leaning against the wall and looking at the person next t her, Cecily nudged them, beer bottle in her hand. “Think you would survive a zombie apocalypse? I think I’d do pretty well. I’d just hole up in a liquor store and set up a booze empire. Everyone would have to come to me to get drunk. Feel like alcohol’s a powerful resource at the end of the world.”

#take this trash #bc i need new threads #water:start

naomipaige‌:

“if we’re being completely honest, i can’t swim,” naomi confessed to the partygoer sitting next to her in the bubbling hot tub. “never bothered to learn. kind of puts a downer on swim parties. i’m 5 or 6 beers in and doing a canon ball has never sounded better.” turning to glance at the larger pool, a wicked grin took over her face. “would you jump in to save me if i went through with it?”

“Canon ball. Pussy hour. Do a belly flop that reverberates through the space time continuum or go home,” Cecily joked, cracking a smile as she put her beer down, taking off her white t-shirt to strip down to the bralette underneath. “Yeah, I’ll play hero. But only if you treat me to a kiss afterwards. As a thanks for saving your life.”

#c:naomi

underusedmodels

#holy shit shes so hot #mirror #sry sdfds

@lilroro: @cecilyjack shit you must be the reason my dad was never around holy shit, closure, i feel whole.

@cecilyjack: @lilroro: omg that was actually one of my favorite projects!! i love when i can really cause abandonment. makes me feel like im making a difference, yknow?

#abandonment tw #SDFGHGFDFGHJ #oh my god.#tweet

@cecilyjack: sorry, i dont "do" small talk. ask me about my hobby being the gremlin that sits on your father's bed while he's having sleep paralysis

#tweet #water:social

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julien: u kno when tht person was like "im a bar of soap and God is an instagram girl with acrylic nails and a box cutter" ...yea

julien: anyway do u have weed

cecily: if ur a bar of soap i'm a lush bath bomb and god is an asmr girl with a knife

cecily: uh yeah come over

cecily: sry that sounded more like a fuckboy than i intended

#t:julien

cleosahar‌:

“Yes, I was actually going to hook the Hitachi Magic Wand from my back pocket up to this bass amp right now and make some real music,” she replied. “I should get into house music and go to raves instead. Feel like the rave scene in Deutschland is more exciting than… whatever this is.” She made a vague waving gesture to the air in front of her. Taking Cecily up on her offer, she gladly took the cigarette, considering her body was running out of liquor to depend its amusement on and nicotine was second best. “Tragic,” she huffed. “You know what they say about drummers? Big dicks. They don’t drum until they bleed to not be good at shoving their fingers up you, I guess. Maybe I’ll fuck him.”

“Hot. Aren’t there vibrators with remote controls now? I really want one of those. I want to become an android and it just seems like the next logical step.” She stuck the bent cigarette in her mouth, handing over another to Cleo, Bic lighter with stickers all over it lifted up to illuminate her face with light. Taking a long drag, she grinned at Cleo, wiggling her eyebrows. “I’ll join you on the rave scene. We can wear really wild outfits and whip out our tits for a line. Get really into it.” She blew air out from between her lips, a disappointed sigh. “His dick really is huge. Almost big enough to forgive him for being in a shitty band. We can fuck him together. Suck the life force out of his peen for ourselves.”

#c:cleo

jackhvll‌:

jack enjoyed the quiet of standing away from the crowd just as much as he enjoyed being in the thick of it, ears still ringing from having stood so close to the speakers for so long. as he strained to listen to cecily talk, he kept his smile even, despite the way his posture was started to sink, equal parts tired and tipsy. “my mom was a saint, feel like she wouldn’t have minded even if i had turned out less than stunning,” he joked, falling into the booth and stretching out comfortably, hand on the table in front of cecily. “i wouldn’t even have to think twice,” he replied with a teasing smirk. “i’d probably fuck someone in a god costume, having trouble distinguishing the two tonight.” as he went to take another drink from his glass, he found himself snorting, nearly spitting out the sip he had already taken. “spoken like you’ve romped around with a disappointing celebrity.”

Her own posture slouched, kicking her feet up onto the table in front of them, foot jostling a cocktail of a girl in a nearby booth. The other blonde shot a disapproving look at Cecily, Cecily sticking her tongue out briefly at her so that you might have missed it if you blinked. “Aw, is this your indirect way of saying you’d fuck me? I’m touched. A girl loves to hear that. My heart dick? Hard,” she joked, nudging him with her elbow. She liked flirting with him, despite all of the things she had heard about Jack and how he treated his hookups. They were both like cats playing with their food, batting it around between their paws, not actually taking a bite. She let out a yelp of laughter, shaking her head. “No. I tried to fuck one of the Sprouse twins at an NYU party. Don’t remember which. Hope it was Zack, Cody seems like a big pussy boy.” She reached down to her boot, retrieving the flask from where she had hid it in the thick leather of her Doc Marten. “You need a shot? Club drinks are so fucking expensive. I’m surprised none of the bouncers have seen me using this yet. I’ve always kind of wanted to get kicked out of a party.”

#c:jack #nsfw talk

( + 1 notification from Instagram ) @cecilyjack: roleplaying as alice from closer bc i want to be wearing tassles on my boobs while i tell a man with compelte confidence that my cunt tastes like “heaven”

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@jackjones56: did you get my texts

@cecilyjack: no

@cleosahar: send nude

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underusedmodels

#hullo i changed her fc sdfds #psa!!#mirror

jackhvll‌:

“WE’RE a matching pair, then,” jack noted, “meet said cuckholded husband.” extending his hand for her to shake, he flashed her a dimpled grin. “jupiter, but you can call me jack.” he ordered a beer, needing somewhere to put his hands considering his wardrobe didn’t allow for pockets. the first mistake of the night. “a shattered hip? now you’re talking,” he teased, grabbing the drink and stepping away from the bar, hoping she might follow and still speaking to her. “the one his own mother threw away for being too ugly, if i remember correctly,” jack snorted. he knew he didn’t always come across as intelligent, but both of his parents had been teachers and he had been raised well read. he might have even had a preference for mythology, if he was being honest. “he seemed to get around well enough. had to be something worth talking about, right? or was that just the power?”

Shaking his hand earnestly, Cecily grinned, white teeth bright as she flashed a smile, bright blue eyes looking him over. “Hot... could never resits a cuckhold,’ she joked, crossing her arms over her nearly bare chest, skimpy outfit not allowing much for her to keep hidden. She appreciated how hard he went for the theme too, grabbing her drink and following him away from the bar. She was surprised at his knowledge of mythology, the story of Vulcan bringing a grin to her lips. “Can you imagine your own mother throwing you into a river for being ugly? Unrelatable content.” Seeing a small booth open up, Cecily slid into it, making room for Jack to follow her in. “Think he probably had his own share of sex. I absolutely would have fucked a god just for the story. Wouldn’t you have?” She asked, taking a long sip of her drink, Cecily’s hand teasingly tracing a path down his arm. “Don’t know, though. Feel like it would be like fucking a celebrity. Disappointing but worthy of a story.’’

#she looks so drunk in this gif #whatever we die like men!#c:jack

cleosahar‌:

Hazy and honey-eyed, she stares at the twinkling lights like it’s the moment before she falls asleep. Ignoring the vague nausea in her stomach, she tries to find patterns in the lights as if they’re constellations, but no avail. The room is a dingy attic surrounded by instruments and wires – supposedly where the band practices, though she couldn’t tell considering everyone else was hearing them back in the basement. Some My Bloody Valentine wannabes, from what Cleo could hear from a distance, tarnished with a pop punk vocal. It gave her a headache. Legs stretched out on the cushioned bay window seat, she’s barely able to think about the physical impact of her legs breaking through the glass and her body falling before the door opens abruptly. I want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony. “Jesus!” she exclaims, individual hairs on her neck standing up in surprise. “Ever heard of knocking? I could’ve been… easily fucking someone. Luckily I’m just here for refuge. Do you need something?”

Cecily hadn’t really wanted to go to the show. But she had been fucking the drummer for a while, and he looked at her with such puppy dog eyes when he invited her that she felt a little bad saying no. She figured she’d take something, have a few shots and try to get high enough to find the music actually tolerable. But now she felt slightly dizzy, and had wandered up to the attic trying to find a quieter place to sit. The strength of Cleo’s “Jesus” was enough to make her jump, clutching her chest, as her blue eyes widened. “Fucking hell, if I was forty years older I’d be having a heart attack right now,” her short leather skirt rode up as she sat next to Cleo, making room for herself by the window. “Oh, did you come up here to masturbate or something? Nice. Sometimes I need a mid-evening wank too. Releases all that social anxiety and whatnot,” she joked, voice monotone as she took out a cigarette, slightly bent from hanging around in her jacket pocket unsheathed all night. “Just needed to get away from that basement. Was gonna fuck the drummer after this but honestly? After watching that shit my dick couldn’t be softer. You could wave it around like an elephant trunk.” She lit the cigarette, despite the fact that being in a dusty, wood-made attic was probably the most dangerous place to smoke. “You want one? Little something to take the edge off.”