the world never did help a smart girl.

why would it ? we scare the shit out of the world. so if the world goes after you...take it as a compliment.

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ofprescotts‌:

with his messenger bag on his seat, max pulled out his laptop and his handwritten notes, and placed them on his end of the space. considering it was only the start of the semester, he wasn’t bombarded with essays and coursework like usual. still, he wanted to get a head start on the readings his professor gave out. he was about to take his seat when he heard a voice speak near him. “yeah, i’d love to help. i have to warn you, though – i’m not the best at essays.” he gave her a small smile as he pulled the chair closer to hers before he finally sat. “ usually i just ramble a lot and hope half of it is somewhat sensible. what’s it about?” 

dorothy was thankful that max was willing to help but she wasn’t exactly surprised. from what she could tell, he was a nice guy and a good student as well. she thumbed through her notes until she found the page she was looking for and put her notebook between the two. “i honestly don’t need help writing the essay, just with like...understanding the nuances and things of international relations.” sometimes dorothy saw things as very black and white, good and bad, but this was a paper that specifically asked her to not do that which was proving to be somewhat of a struggle for her. “so i’m writing this paper on intersectional feminism outside of the western world and there’s just a lot of things i don’t understand about certain countries. like the israel-palestine conflict is really doing my head in right now.”

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simoanes‌:

she motioned for dorothy to take a seat as she run towards what she was cooking in fear of messing up the food, she was preparing this mostly for jason than herself, and she’s made too much so it was perfect timing for dorothy to come knocking on her door to ask about the 1964 civil rights act. “it’s orange chicken, love.” she smiled up at her. “and rice,” she motioned to the rice she’s steaming. “you should have dinner with me, since my brother’s kinda coming home late and it sucks eating alone. plus, hey free dinner for you!” she mused. “oh and the civil rights act thing, first supporters…” she glanced at dorothy inquisitively, “the american one, right?” she joked.

dorothy took a seat as simone cooked. dorothy hadn’t cooked anything in a long time, which was mostly because she relied on her meal plan from the university but also because she felt like she never truly had the time with her coursework, extra curriculars, and activism. “oooh, i love orange chicken,” dorothy mused, before taking another whiff of the food. “i’ll always take free dinner,” she said with a chuckle. “yes, the american one. i know jfk and lbj had something to do with it but i couldn’t find the first person who supported it which was weird.”

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ofmargos‌:

“sure, i get it. very minimalist and selfless. cute.” could never be her, but she could accept that some people were just less materialistic than she was. margo hadn’t always had money so she took full advantage of it now. she didn’t think that made her any better or worse than anyone else. it just made her, her. eyebrows raising in wonder as she nodded her head slowly, she made a ‘hm’ sound. “kind of wild that they would got that far to cover up a lie.” not that she could really judge without being a total hypocrite. “oh yeah, i remember that song.” she laughed then at the silliness of the music industry at that time. “i guess yeah. but then again like let people enjoy things y’know ?? plus isn’t thrift shopping and all that better for society as a whole because the whole recycling clothes aspect ?? it’s sustainable fashion or whatever- down with the sweatshops and fast fashion. figured you be all about that.”

“i guess, yeah.” dorothy never thought of herself as a minimalist or really that selfless, no more selfless than she thought that was reasonable. she also grew up with immigrant parents who told her their story about escaping with the clothes on their back and a family where most of her things were passed down in order to save money. her parents would never throw anything out and it’s what made her more resourceful. “yeah, it’s kind of ridiculous at this point when there’s a lot of evidence of it.” she gave a small chuckle with margo over the song. “i guess so, i just think that places like goodwill and salvation army should be for people who can’t afford anything else. because that’s who those kind of thrift shops were made for, it’s like other people are co opting it for themselves or something.” 

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💬 MSSG. // AUSTIN & DOROTHY.

AUSTIN: yiiikkkkeeeessss. i have some strict parents too, but they just judge from afar aside from subtle comments.

AUSTIN: that sucks though, i think you'd look rad with a nose ring

AUSTIN: 99 is my jersey number and the lucky number of someone close to me

DOROTHY: my parents can be really strict when it comes to that kind of stuff and i think part of it has to do with religion too

DOROTHY: i honestly only got one because the lead singer of this riot grrrl band had one and i wanted to be just like her

DOROTHY: aw that's so cute, see i don't even know what i would get a tattoo of

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chrlottc‌:

charlie eyed the girl for a bit longer. she had no idea people liked to randomly join other people’s tables. “okay.” she answered, going back to what she was doing. charlie stopped once again and raised her eyebrows at her. “have you never seen someone pick dry glue off their hand?”

dorothy returned charlie’s eyebrow raise with one of her own and replied, “not since i was in elementary school.” she wasn’t sure why charlie didn’t just give a simple answer. “also, i meant like, what are you making with the glue? with all this stuff?”

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prncsjens‌:

PJ abruptly stopped in front of the announcement board as she was taken back to the long conversation she had with her stepfather during break. It was barely a conversation. It was just him talking for almost an hour, giving me two or three words answer or a simple nod. Most of it went through the other ear but somehow, looking at at board will so many sign up sheets or invitation to different clubs, she remembered how she should devote her time in some clubs that would look good on her resume when she would apply for work in the future. To be honest, PJ was not even thinking of that ahead. Most of these clubs didn’t really speak to her, a few she might be interested but didn’t think she was good enough. Feeling a presence behind her, PJ instinctively stepped aside and curt her head apologetically to the person.   “ S-sorry. I was getting the way. “   She did another nod before taking a couple of steps backward away from the board but her eyes were still on it. “ 

dorothy wasn’t necessarily what people would describe as a social butterfly. she wasn’t even what people would describe as a social moth. a lot of people were turned off by her stubborn personality and know-it-all attitude. so it might have surprised some people to learn that dorothy was very into clubs. she wasn’t into the kind of clubs that were about socializing though, she was more about clubs that were about social action and changing the world. she was the co-president of one of them and a member of several clubs on the campus that were about bettering the world. “it’s fine,” she told the girl who was in front of the board as she tacked a message about the feminism club onto the board. “if you’re into women’s rights, you should swing by our club, we meet on thursday nights.”

[mikemoon-archive]

maybe charlie shouldn’t have brought her packaging class project to a coffee shop to work on, because she ended up distracted playing with glue with youtube opened on her laptop in front of her, one headphone hanging from her ear. it was weirdly fun spreading glue on her hand and peeling it off when it dried; not the best way to spend her time, really, but she didn’t find it in herself. she noticed someone familiar coming up to her, and stopped mid-peel, raising her eyebrows at them. “what do you want?” 

[dvrothy]

dorothy really needed a coffee. she had just left her third class for the day and was close to her fourth. she knew her schedule was crazy but there were just so many classes she needed and wanted to take this semester. she got her coffee  and searched for a table with an empty seat until she settled her eyes on one with a fellow columbia student who was picking off glue from her fingers. “just a place to sit,” she said, placing her coffee on the table. “what are you doing with the glue?”

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ofmargos‌:

“sure yeah,” she half agreed, “but you shouldn’t always put off getting something you really want just because it’s not, like, a necessity or whatever. it’s fun to just get nice things sometimes.” at least that’s how she saw it. but maybe it was a luxury to be able to have that mentality. “not like they can hide it, especially if they’ve been exposed for it already.” that just seemed silly to her to not own up to it. “’just because they think it’s cool’ ?? i didn’t know that was a rich kid thing to do these days,” she chuckled with a shake of her head. none of her fellow rich kid friends were going to thrift stores as far as she knew. “but i get your point. rich kids should stop taking everyone’s shit.”

“i guess but i just don’t need or want that many things and i would much rather give back,” dorothy said. she grew up around a lot of people who had more than they needed and flaunted it which she hated. she also grew up with not much money and learned the value of a dollar at a very young age. “they have like an entire page on their website trying to act like they’re not homophobic but it’s just damage control.” she had tried to read their website to be better informed but couldn’t get through it without getting angry at the clear deceptiveness of it. “i knew a lot of kids like that. especially when that song about thrift shops came out. everyone thought it was so cool to go to thrift shops and stuff, and it was just kind of frustrating, you know.”

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simoanes‌:

simone was in the midst of cooking dinner, when she heard a knock from the door, she slowed down the fire of the stove and quickly jogged to answer it. she smiled when she’s seen who it was, “hey!” she then quickly paused and tried to wrack her brain for some information. she’s honestly just recently learned about some specifics of american history, and the question dorothy just asked her was one of the huge reasons why she didn’t like to be sent off to america to study. “oh god, i think we’ve discussed that during class…” she opened the door widely, “um, i’m cooking dinner so maybe we can discuss this while i do, come on in…”

dorothy was never the kind of person who liked to ask other people for help, especially when it came to things like schoolwork. that would give off the impression that she didn’t know something which was one of her greatest fears, she hated the feeling of not knowing or seeming dumb. but she had come to a standstill and simone was one of the smartest people she knew. she felt a bit guilty when she realized that the other girl was making dinner because she felt like she was interrupting something that she might have not wanted to be interrupted. “oh, sorry for intruding on your dinner time,” dorothy said with a sheepish smile creeping across her face. she stepped into simone’s room as she smelled the food that the other was cooking. “smells good, what is it?”

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deanbaldassari‌:

                    His eyes flicked off to the side in half a roll, head turning with it, a bit tired of the persistent act she was holding onto. It nearly made it intolerable trying to have a discussion with her, unless he supposed, it was about women's studies or her favorite book. The male dropped it immediately, turning his head back and on it planted a smile, his gaze scooping down her and then back up, “You don’t even know what I want you to do and you’re already rejecting it?” He quipped, asking her, trying to find some kind of common ground in at least agreeing that her cold demeanor to whatever he was trying to do was a little bit unfair. But his approach had been off he realized; he’d miscalculated, and he didn’t like to miscalculate, “Let me give you the pitch, Dorothy,” He began, making his voice taking on something more considerate, humane, and earnest, just for the sake of time, “Come get some drinks with me at 1020 tomorrow night. You’ll loosen up, I’ll find you a strapping guy who likes literature, and maybe, you let your hair down.”  

Dorothy crossed her arms in a very Dorothy-esque way while Dean was rolling his eyes. She kind of wanted to chew him out for rolling his eyes at her but also was trying to learn to pick her battles. And him rolling his eyes at her didn’t seem like the hill to die on considering how much she rolled his eyes at his antics. She hated how unfazed his smile was while she was standing there, extremely annoyed at the male. “I can guess what you want to do,” she said, uncrossing her arms to put one of them on her hip. She was surprised at the change in his tone of voice and raised an eyebrow. “You want to get a drink with me? Ugh, this is the only way to get you to stop, isn’t it? Fine. Tomorrow night.” She put out her hand to shake Dean’s hand before adding, “But don’t expect me to let my hair down or have more than two drinks.” 

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gicarv‌:

“Our entire society encourages this, Greek life is just a system within the society,” Gianna defended. She owed a lot of things in her life–her friends, a sense of belonging, connections, a home–and she loved it more than anything. “Not all Greek organizations are the same, for the record.”

“Yeah, I agree but they’re still complicit in it, in my opinion,” Dorothy said with a shrug. She wasn’t the kind of person to back down from an argument or grovel to appease anyone. “I understand that but I think the ones that encourage this kind of dangerous behavior and mindsets should be held accountable.”

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ncllies‌:

it was honestly prime time for all of the students to get sick. once one person comes into the university with a cold,  that strain somehow travels through all of the students in a wave. it was hard to avoid, even the people are the most careful get it. nellie truly felt bad for dorothy. she wanted to give her a big hug, but at the same time be wary for her own health. ‘ more than half of these students don’t know how to cover their mouth when they cough or sneeze. ’, she said with a pout before going into her closet to pull out her kit. ‘ i’ve got a medicine bag ! i’ve got some theraflu and dayquil. ’, she said, pulling those items out. ‘ let me make you some warm theraflu, it should last you the day. but, if you don’t feel well don’t push yourself to go to class ! ’

dorothy was feeling extremely lucky that she was friends with a nursing major like nellie and just someone like nellie in general. in a place like a college, everyone was in a petri dish of flus and viruses. this was one of the reasons that the female was so adamant about washing her hands all the time and carrying hand sanitizer everywhere she went. it seemed that that still wasn’t enough to escape the columbia plague this season. ‘ i know, it’s so gross. ’ dorothy scrunched her nose as she remembers a montage of people not covering their mouths in her mind. ‘ oh my god, nellie, you’re my hero. ’ dorothy was so grateful that nellie had the medicine that could get her to better health. ‘ you’re the best ! if i’m not better tomorrow, i might miss class but you know me...i haven’t missed one class ever. ’

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ofmargos‌:

“needing new clothes and wanting new clothes are two different things,” she shrugged. she was going to probably by new clothes. because she was terrible like that. “oh wow, really ?? i had no idea. i don’t really shop at those kinds of places so…” her words trail off. not wanting to come off as a rich snob, she tried to make things better. “not that i think it’s bad to get things second hand. it’s just not my style.”

“well i don’t really want or need new clothes but even if i wanted it, needing it is more important,” dorothy replied. “yeah, they’ve kind of tried to act like they’re not homophobic but their history definitely says differently.” dorothy raised an eyebrow and added, “yeah, that’s cool. i think thrift shops should honestly mostly be used by people who need to shop at them anyway, you know. like rich kids go shopping at thrift stores because they think it’s cool but other people go because it’s all they can afford.”

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deanbaldassari‌:

&&. DOROTHY + dean

                    “That’s rather crass and judgemental of you,” He quipped in returned, unscathed by her words, his brows furrowed, his smile, small and amused, “––Look at you, you little feminist, tackling confident men one at a time,” Dean teased, rather pleased in nudging his way under her skin, but that wasn’t where he exactly wanted to be with her, “You should stick to calculus,” He added after a moment, continuing to walk beside her, his hands now in the pockets of his winter coat, “Or,” He began, looking over at her, his brown eyes focused with mischief, “You could just cave and get into some trouble while having some fun with me,” His tone switched, voice speeding up with the second suggestion, the one he clearly preferred, “You should let your hair down. Literally. You look pretty with it up, but down? The world isn’t ready, Miss Dorothy–”  

“It’s not judgmental if I’m going off my experiences with you. Such as this conversation. And every other conversation we’ve had,” Dorothy retorted, with a frown forming on her face. If she was being completely honest, he was kind of right -- she was judgmental to people who didn’t believe what she did. She rolled her eyes as Dean continued to tease her. She tried not to let the fact that he was getting under her skin show but you could tell by the twitches in her facial expressions that he in fact was. When Dean looked at her with a wild look in his eyes, like he wanted to corrupt her or something, Dorothy’s face quickly moved to avoid his gaze and she stared at the ground instead. “I don’t want to have fun with you, whatever that entails,” she said, pursing her lips. “I don’t want to let my hair down.”

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ofmargos‌:

“yeah ‘course,” margo shrugged. “i’m not looking to use ‘em any time soon. so might as well take them to people that could.” nodding her head like she was on the same page with the other girl, she furrowed her brows a bit. “yes. right. i totally know that.”

“yeah, that’s what i was thinking because i don’t really need any new clothes and i would rather give them to people who actually need them,” dorothy said, with a nod as she took a few things and put them in her bag. “yeah, the salvation army has a history of homophobia which a lot of people don’t realize but it’s not surprising because of their association with the church.”

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gicarv‌:

“I mean, this girl did this to herself. I talked to her friends and they said she was like this well before the party,” Gianna shrugged. “And anyway, frat’s aren’t all that bad. Some raise some major cash for some great organizations. And we never hear about that amazing stuff, do we?” 

“But the entire culture that allows and encourages that is really concerning. At least for me anyway,” Dorothy observed. “Yeah, I guess so. I thought about joining Greek life but the environment they make just seem like they’re not for me.”

[dvrothy]

💬 MSSG. // AUSTIN & OPEN.

AUSTIN: are you sure? it'd be fun! do you have a tattoo or are you just not interested in getting any?

AUSTIN: thanks for coming anyway, though! i really appreciate it 💛

AUSTIN: a small pine tree (original lol) or the number 99. i'm not sure which or if i'm just gonna get both

DOROTHY: yeah, my parents would disown me if i got a tattoo. i once thought about getting a nose ring and they flipped out.

DOROTHY: of course!!

DOROTHY: what's the significance of the number 99?