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@deviantdiva
where would you want us to send the info about us for the group? (ig. ask box, im, submit)
I would much rather receive it in the ask box or submit ; i’m often mobile lurking when i’m at work, so it’s easier for me to see a new message that way to know i have someone to respond to!
a bio a day ; madison foley
madison louise foley has grown up knowing exactly one thing: appearances are everything. the daughter of an overzealous conservative mother and father, she’s spent most of her life in her older sister logan’s shadow, rebelling in quiet ways to compare with logan’s outlandish behavior. a cheerleader in high school, madison fell in love with the one person she wasn’t supposed to: her very best friend. though the two shared a night at cheer camp one summer, it was never discussed, and by the time they went to college, the two had drifted too far apart to truly come back together. after graduating from a state university, she moved in with logan and her husband, hoping for a break from their midwest family on the east coast. originally, she had hoped it would give her the courage to come to terms with who she believes she really is, though so far she hasn’t had any luck. the only person to potentially bring her out of her shell - and her closet - would be her very best friend, darby. after meeting in college, madison fell head over heels for the brash girl, and while darby has no qualms about acknowledging her own sexuality, madison is still struggling with her own. she knows that it’s 2018 and she has no reason to hide her attraction to women anymore, but the fear of her parents disowning her has kept her in line - even from 1,000 miles away. though she’s tried dating boys in the past, it never made her feel comfortable, and instead, she now focuses solely on herself, her future, and supporting darby’s band by watching from the sidelines as often as possible.
madison foley is a twenty four year old pisces born on march 6th, 1994. her faceclaim is sarah hyland ( 27 ). currently, she’s staying with her older sister, logan wright, and her husband gregory. while she’s graduated with a degree in communications, she’s still not sure what she wants to do with her life. in the meantime, she’s spending her time tending bar at The Pub, letting drunk men hit on her and pretending they have a chance.
wanted connections ;
open.
thosefaces:
Don’t forget one or two for yours.
I haven’t fucked a single guy in this town, thank you very much.
thosefaces:
There are so many things that I’d like to say to you but… I don’t know how….
thosefaces:
See, that’s what I like to hear. I mean, your perfect man sounds like an ex-Oasis band member, but you getting on with your bad self? Inspiring.
Wonderwall is a great fucking song. Especially on the banjo.
thosefaces:
You would have had to play the extra layer of feeling so guilty for leaving the chips there.
Well, I would never deny you a craft room. And then you’ll have about nine others to play with as well.
I could have just gone method. Thought about daddy.
A study for you, a toy room for us both, a guest room for your sluts.
thosefaces:
That’s so much emotional baggage to have to pretend to carry. And you’re a stunning little actress, darling, but are you that good?
It is a nice house, and with the right budget, you’d probably enjoy gutting it and putting it back together.
I managed just fine during the funeral, didn’t I? How would a fire be any different? No one would have had to know I was crying about my cheer uniform instead of my own flesh and blood.
I do have a knack for design. Maybe I can even make one my craft room. For when I’m feeling...extra antsy.
loststcrs:
So, what, are you offering? I mean, I’m down if you are. I prefer hot, too. I bet there’d be nothing awkward about it if it were you and I.
Hey, drumming’s like a release of it’s own for me. A creative release. It’s very cathartic.
I didn’t say I wasn’t having enough sex. I’m the lead singer of a girl rock band - my list is very long, and unfortunately you haven’t crawled your way to the top of it yet. Sorry.
I mean, that I understand. That’s how I feel with singing - and now Darb’s teaching me the guitar, too, so I can do more on stage than shake my ass and sing, but that doesn’t mean people need to hear me at 1am if they work the next morning.
thosefaces:
Exactly. Exactly. No banjo.
I’d like to see you stop me. You’re taking me to a hipster bar; banjos, fanfic, engineering majors are almost inevitable. Maybe I’ll even find my perfect man.
thosefaces:
Hey. I could play the banjo if I wanted to but like, I’m from California. I’m too cool for that.
I’m from California too, babe.
loststcrs:
You think I should want to have loud, awkward morning sex? Or you think I should get myself off in the morning with loud, awkward noises? I’m confused.
Oh, I want it. Maybe I will start having late night drumming sessions again. Don’t you challenge me, Davis.
You’re not having enough sex, period. How you have it is your own business - I prefer ‘hot’ and not ‘awkward’, but not everyone is up to my standards either.
I challenge everyone, Dunne. It’s who I am. Besides, I’d be way more annoyed by someone drumming in the middle of the night than I would be by someone having sex. At least the sex has to be good for someone.
thosefaces:
Your “tragic accident” wasn’t believable.
Where would you like to go then?
House fires happen every day. You forget the stove is on, you leave a bag of chips next to the stove....
I dunno. Maybe nowhere. I do like the house we bought. And we haven’t had time to sink our claws in to this town yet. It could still have possibilities.
thosefaces:
Dylan. He had a neckbeard and played a banjo. Neckbeard. Banjo. Loser.
Okay, look, I’ll give you the neckbeard, but I like the banjo. It’s unique. Every guy can play guitar - Zach - but can they play a banjo?
loststcrs:
Oh, I’m not against morning sex in general. Who doesn’t love a good orgasm to start the day off right? I’m just against loud, awkward sounding sex that literally the entire apartment block could probably hear. It was just flat out gross.
You’re clearly not having enough fun on your own then, babe.
Just keep playing the drums at 1am. I’m sure this is a battle you can win. You just have to want it enough.
thosefaces:
I’m just trying to get us what we deserve, baby. It takes a little time, especially since Mom’s will has been called into question. As for the girlfriends, I wouldn’t call them that.
I miss penthouses. We should get one in Manhattan as soon as we can.
And who’s fault is that? I said a tragic accident, but no, someone went all ‘moral’ and mommy’s boy on me.
You know I hate cities. They’re big and gross and people don’t give me enough space.
thosefaces:
But he was creepy, Dylan. Like, “don’t talk to strangers” creepy. And your got your candy, didn’t you?
I only want you to have the best and Mr. Neckbeard you were all into last time was Not.
It wasn’t like he was about to lure me in a van or anything.
Okay, but, he played banjo in a band and writes decent Star Wars fic. You can’t blame me for being drawn in with these incentives.
thosefaces:
Well I didn’t know! Is that why you got so mad at me when I pretended to be deaf at the mall when that weird dude was trying to sell me candy?
Okay then let’s like… I don’t know. We’ll go hang out at a hipster bar and find you a nerdy guy wearing his actual glasses at the beach and then set you up. He’ll probably be as awkward as you and grateful to have hot mama all over him.
No, that’s because you were being a weirdo and I just wanted some candy.
I do like hipster guys. Better than frat guys, at least. They’re more interesting to talk to most of the time. And they know what I’m talking about. Okay, I’ll do it - but you have to come with me. And not scare the guys off if you don’t think they’re good enough.