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maggotlaw‌:

“I used to love it when I was little,” Maggie admitted. “But now, I’m like… like you know how as you get older, things freak you out more?” she asked, eyes expectant as if the other would completely agree. “It’s like… I even tiptoe on bits of ice now. I move so slowly. Terrified of falling, I think.”

“i think that’s a completely normal thing. we’re...older...wiser...know more about what could hurt us and whatever. as kids...we don’t really think about all of that.” delilah said, tone leaving off with a bit of a curious statement, rather than concrete evidence. “my favorite time is and always has been the summer though. that heat...the water...swimming...late nights that are just the right temperature. i could never get enough of that.”

#{ margaret lawerence }#{ thread }

imessage @ delilah

leah: yesss angel i'm perfect, how are you?

leah: i'm so down. i'd kill for a margarita

del: i am glad to hear that

del: you're such a sweetheart. i'm splendid too, same old, same old, you know?

del: you know, we could make happy hour later if we play our cards right

#{ leah romanov }#{ thread }

ezramercvr‌:

Scoffing, it was hard for Mercy to take anything the girl in front of him was saying seriously. Too far gone, drunk and feral from the adrenaline pumping through his veins after the fight, he was merely excited to rile her up more. Apparently, he’d pushed a button in her accidentally, and his goal was to see what other ones he could find, “Yeah, you kinda feed into it without trying. It’s genuinely impressive. The scores are up, judges give you a 10/10,” Mercy’s nonchalant tone was on purpose - though he really did find the entire scenario hilarious, the grin on his face was breezy and dismissive. He got into arguments like this out of boredom, this felt more like a performance at this point, “Wanna know why people love to see you fail? Because it’s so fucking easy. We’re all a giant fucking succubus, if there’s someone beneath you wouldn’t you love to see them fail, too? Makes ya feel all warm inside. This conversation is fucking embarrassing, entertaining it is making me feel a bit ashamed but you just make it so. Fucking. Easy. Grow a backbone, maybe then people won’t walk all over you,” Holding his arms out in a Duh sort of gesture, Mercy immediately leaned over the sink between them so that he could spit blood into the basin, “No, they don’t. And if they do, it’s because that girl’s referred to as maid. Something along those lines. Are you my maid? Gonna clean up my face and then the sink? Make sure it’s all tidy? Bet if I asked enough you’d cave and do it. Pathetic.”

impressive without trying was a new one that delilah didn’t give herself much credit for, because every word that fell out of the asshole’s mouth made her feel more and more like complete garbage. deep down, past the overzealous drunk girl, trying her best to break out of a cell that contained her, her rebel streak wasn’t quite what it seemed. and she was still just that pathetic girl that probably tried too hard in an attempt to get people to see her. with everything he was saying, she didn’t want to take it at face value, but she was neither prepared nor drunk enough to be facing reality this hard. “no. i don’t...i don’t believe you. people don’t walk all over me because i let them. it’s because...i care too much. fuck i care way too much. even now, with you. i don’t want to see you fail man, and i hardly even know you.” she watched from the wall, trying not to let her thoughts consume her, anxiety creeping back into the cage of her heart as she gulped down a steadying breath. “i’m not pathetic!” she tried, pathetically, tremors of palpitations hitting her as she brought her shaky hands together, tensing them as much as she could, losing her composure and rationale. “i just want to be good.”

#anxiety tw #panic attack tw #{ ezra mercer }#{ thread }

renlcpezpietro‌:

chuckling at her, renata shifted a little so they’d walk closer together, trying to warm her friend up just by proximity. “i know, i know, i’ve barely seen snow since i moved here and it’s been such a disappointment,” she nodded, mostly to reassure her. “but the coffee on the other end of this terrible walk will be worth it, you’ll see, it really is a hidden little gem of a place,” she added, smiling encouragingly. “keep talking though, it will keep you distracted from the cold — how was your weekend, what did you get up to?”

“an absolute dissapointment! honestly, i don’t know why i’m not more outraged.” she teased slightly, snuggling into her friend’s side, hoping to just get through the weather as quickly as possible. with the promise of coffee at the end of the walk, delilah was being fueled by the idea of warmth at that point. “i hope so! i believe you, but our entire friendship rests on how good this coffee’s going to end up being.” she glanced over to her, before nodding through her words. “you’re right...just...keep talking. like dory, but walking, instead of swimming. this weekend...it was...nice. i was bundled inside. watched netflix, tried to hook up with some guy, but it didn’t end up working out...it was...unproductive. how about yours?”

#{ renata lopez pietro }#{ thread }

gina-knox‌:

Gina sat there twirling her hair as the girl went on about her roommate. She tilted her head to the side, “Wait” she started before taking a sip of her water, “Who is your roommate… and why don’t you just get another one?” she asked her.

“it’s ainsley...fentworth? She’s a drama major too, so i thought we’d be able to put aside most of our differences, but really, she’s just so busy all the time, on top of us just having constant competition with each other.” there was a part of delilah that enjoyed having her around though, to see that she wasn’t the only crazy one. and, she hated the conflict, feeling anxious even thinking about trying to get rid of her. “we’ve gone the semester already, so i think we can...handle one more. plus, it’s like...she gets it, you know? we have...similar...things we’re dealing with, i think.”

#{ georgina knox }#{ thread }

maggotlaw‌:

“Snow is kind of scary,” she admitted, frowning as she glanced to the ground. The pavement seemed permanently damp, old snow melting away beneath them as February came to a close. Winter felt anti-climactic, but Maggie missed tending to her plants. The Spring was when she thrived. “Soon it’ll be over,” she said with a smile. “And we’ll forget how bad it was, we always do.”

“thank god.” a sigh of relief came from the comfort that this happened every year, and even then, after every winter, they would be able to enjoy the cool spring, the weather much more adaptable than the frigid air of the winter. “i know you’re right. i just like to think that snow would at least be pretty. other than that, it can definitely be dangerous, especially for someone who’s not used to it.”

#{ margaret lawerence }#{ thread }

gina-knox‌:

“That is very very true” she said. Gina made a slight shrug, “I was just wondering if you took it, damn mami. No need to snap” she said as her eyebrows furrowed together.

“i figured it probably does. but, you’re a big girl. you seem to handle it just fine.” delilah nodded back once more, more furiously with an exasperated sigh. “she just gets the best of me sometimes! it’s not that i hate her...but...she pushes my buttons like no other. i mean–who does that? she pressed on and on about whether i took her jacket or not. sorry, just thinking about it gets me heated all over again.”

#{ georgina knox }#{ thread }

scrajvng‌:

In contrast, Sera thrived in the cold. It was her favourite season and she couldn’t be happier standing in the middle of the February winter, bundled up in scarves and coats that she had shipped from her favourite shops all the way from Paris. “I don’t know but I love the cold,” she sang, giving her companion a little twirl to fully show her enthusiasm. “I guess it’d be better with the snow but I’m good as it is.” She clung to Delilah’s side and grinned. “I mean, it’s the perfect weather to dress up.”

“absolutely not.” delilah couldn’t stand it, as she stated previously, the thick layers still not providing enough warmth for her as they headed into the tundra. still, she watched in enthusiasm to see the girl spin with her own layers, the twirl forcing a brief and winded chuckled out of her. “okay, okay. you make a very valid point, because i just love your winter style.” she eased back into the other’s side, cuddling her for comfort and blocking herself from more wind. “dressing up is fun, i’ll give you that. i clearly just need to amp up my winter wardrobe. you make everything look so cute!”

#{ sera jung }#{ thread }

robcrtt‌:

“I LOVE COLD WEATHER,” counters Robert with half a thought. Cold is a default up in the mountains where centuries-old trees block the sun, and he’s learned how to quickly love it. “Snow makes it miserable, though – all slushy and muddy and weird. Makes me feel like I’m doing a full show of Disney On Ice just trying to get to class.”

“i’ve only learned to live with it because i’m here nine out of twelve months of the year.” she shook her head with a pained expression, one that the bitter wind couldn’t entire cut through with her squinted eyes. “what, you don’t like the threat of falling on ice? personally, i’m a fan of those ice shows, so i’ll make sure to watch your every move next time we get some. but really—i mean the good snow anyways. the fluffy snow that sticks together! and only enough of it so that we can have a snow day!”

#{ robert belcourt }#{ thread }

“i think i say it every year, but can the warm weather hurry up already!” bundled tightly in her winter gear, delilah had spent her morning dreading the outside air, hoping to just enjoy the warmth of the inside just a bit longer. it may have only been february, but the winter weather got the young woman feeling a bit more down than usual. “if it’s gonna be cold, i at least want snow, don’t you?” // @radopens

#radstart #[//if you want to plot something please let me know//]#[//sorry about these lame starters//]#[//but please love my children//]#[//assume connections//]

npc creation || radtask001

he’s a rite of passage for almost every radcliffe student. there’s a rumor that he never leaves campus because he has no need to eat or sleep. someone once claimed they saw him drinking blood from the neck of a freshman who asked him a personal question during a lecture. he has the energy of a vampire, with a glare that could send you reeling, but if you make him smile, you’re in his good graces forever as he tries to recruit you to at least pick up an english minor. all english majors earn his trust almost instantly. one wrong move though, and you’ll wish you never laid eyes on him.

professor kalua, an english teacher by trade, an eccentric novelist by hobby, and if you haven’t sat through a lecture where he meticulously explains the plot of his latest novel, then did you really attend freshman english seminar? his favorite classes to teach are the english one courses for all the newbies starting their college careers (or making a new start for themselves). he teaches a handful of english two courses each year, and the elusive and sought after english capstone course once every fall. his courses are notorious for their unique stature as he enjoys conversation over everything else. as most students usually have him for at least one class, if not two, his eccentricities just become a larger discussion among the campus. everybody at least knows of him, including how invested he gets into costumes to really bring out time periods in novels.

#radtask001 #radtask

imessage @ delilah

leah: wanna hang out? not right now but like, sooon?

del: pleaseeee

del: have you been okay lately??

del: we should get a drink together sometime.

#{ leah romanov }#{ phone }

ainsleyfentworth‌:

“yeah of course it would be nice, but there’s not many people out there who are understanding if i don’t make more time for them in my schedule. school, acting…all of which are super important to me, yet it’s at the expense of most relationships for me. the freedom is nice too though because if i don’t ever have to speak or see a hook up again, then i don’t have too.” ainsley chuckled at the sarcasm before nodding. moving to lean over the side of her bed to check underneath it. “i think i bought a box of something recently.” she rummaged for a moment, finally pulling a box of wheat things out. “will these be good enough?”

“no, you’re completely right. i just...my parents are on my ass about finding a husband.” she threw out her laugh without much of anything else. “it’s...the culture. people i graduated high school with are already married....some even have like 2 or 3 kids, it’s ridiculous. i want...something different for my life.” delilah blew out a long sigh, before nodding over the box. “better than nothing actually. toss them over. i literally can’t be bothered to leave my bed the rest of the day.”

#{ ainsley fentworth }#{ thread }

ainsleyfentworth‌:

“i never thought i would agree with that, but i do. when we first got paired up this year as roommates, i thought it was going to be terrible. and while we have our moments, it’s nice to share the same frustrations with someone too. this could be some sort of test, in a way. if this is something you want, gossip is only going to get worse. it’s not going to be easy, and i don’t think it’s something anyone would be able to just brush off, but there has to be a way to deal with it too. maybe that’s what you’re supposed to be learning from it.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re right. I don’t feel...as crazy. You...sort of validate my frustrations with the world. Learning to block out the gossip is a lot easier said than done, especially when it seems like I’m being targeted. It feels like an invasion of privacy, and yet, it’s so addicting, like that saying...any press is good press.”

#{ ainsley fentworth }#{ thread }

xisla‌:

a large, empty ballroom may have seem intimidating to some, but to isla: it was like stepping back into the pristine corridors of home. the petite blonde sat on the floor as her legs were stretched out, the tips of her toes pointing and flexing to the music playing from her phone. each movement seemed calculated, purposefully put there as if the blonde was an old victorian painting. her body always seemed to fall in a graceful way. as she continued the stretch, her steel eyes caught a figure outside of the room via the mirror. a small, light smirk formed on her face as she gave them a little wave. “are you going to just stand there and stare for a while?” her voice light and teasing, yet loud enough to penetrate the walls. “I know I’m pretty much one of the most aesthetically pleasing people here but it’s getting kind of concerning how long you’ve been there.” painted lips continuing to curl into a smirk.

“just wondering how long you were going to be in here stretching.” delilah muttered off, gym bag hoisted over her shoulder. “i thought there was a class in here tonight–” keeping herself at the edge of the room, she dropped off her bag, before heading to the center where the other girl was. “–there are mirrors in the changing rooms if you’d like to check yourself out for a little bit longer though.”

#{ thread }#{ isla dubois }

ezramercvr‌:

“Is that judgment I hear in your tone? Sorry that you’re a human chastity belt but no need to bring down the slutty and proud,” At this point, Mercy had grown used to ignoring people when it was necessary. The last thing he needed or even wanted to do was listen to the stranger talk down to him like she knew anything about the situation, but his mood was, understandably and obviously, terrible, “Golden boy,” he repeated with a single scoff, before tearing his gaze away from himself in the mirror to meet her glare in ten fold, “People like you are so fucking annoying, y’know that?” he snapped, pushing himself off of the counter he’d been leaning on so he could cross his arms over his chest, “You think my attitude’s shitty but I’d rather be a cunt to people who deserve it than some snotty little thing who makes me feel like I should get on my hands and knees for not kissing your ass because - what? You almost offered to get me ice? I’m fine just on my own here, princess. You can go home if you want but think I’m just gonna stick to my post. That okay with you? Should I start begging? Please, ma’am, may I stay?”

“i’m not slut-shaming you if that’s what you’re trying to twist this into.” for delilah, she would have been a mess had it not been for the inebriated state she was in, becoming much more of a social butterfly than she cared to admit when tipsy. but maybe that wasn’t the best thing for her now. “yeah, i’ve been told a time or two actually.” perhaps it wasn’t the best time to try to avenge herself for being called annoying and boring all in the short span she had, but this was the battle she was willing to give it all up for. “go home? i’m just getting started. you’ve unleashed something that i didn’t even know existed, and really...what do i have to lose? i’m already that boring, annoyance who people love to see fail, right? the princess that never could. i might as well feed into that, huh?” and she had never felt more alive, searching his face before looking past him to see her own reflection in the mirror, a brightness filling her before she looked back to the stranger. “you totally deserved that black eye. i was in denial...i just wanted to help. but nobody likes a girl who just helps all the time.”

#{ ezra mercer }#{ thread }

gina-knox‌:

“I’m sure. I feel like that is what everyone does… just takes pictures. Has gotten me in a lot of trouble” she said laughing a bit. Gina nodded to the girl about everything she said, “So… did you steal her jacket?” she joked.

“yeah, but trouble probably follows you around at this point.” del took a long look towards the other girl, before shaking her head completely appaled. “no i didn’t take her jacket! she...just likes to accuse me of things because she can’t admit when she’s misplaced something.”

#{ georgina knox }#{ thread }

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