◸ f*ck love, give me diamonds ◿

Y'all dudes is a hot damn mess I'm way too blessed to be stressed So I don't want no boyfriend Just give me them checks What if I'm a material girl? Can't blame me I live in a material world It's crazy, this much it should be making me hurl Big baby, I know you want a taste of the pearl

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bonded 4 lyfe | jam

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fckksammy:

“Fuck off, you don’t think I know that?” Sam crossed her arms over her chest, “I only joined cause the people in this one annoyed me the least when I was looking, turns out I misjudged- but still.” Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, “Definitely not the same thing, I don’t just wear them like you do a necklace, I use them and if I didn’t happen, I could break my hands.”

“oh, wait, was that a dig at me? aw, you’re learning. honestly, i’m so proud to have breathed new life into your soul less body. i feel like belle after she kisses the beast. except you repulse me, but tomato tomato.” jen’s brows furrowed, “use them for what? do you owe some loan shark like a million dollars?” she gasps, “do you have a hit on you, right now? am i even safe? because i know snitches get stitches, but my pasty ass isn’t going to jail for you. sisterhood be damned.”

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tannercampbell:

“They’re also usually up for threesomes. Wanna find us one?”

“oh g -- i think --- i think i just threw up a little. i’m all for being a wingwoman, but if you think any form of your musty ass balls are coming near my perfectly coutured face i’ll tuck them so far up your rectum you’ll actually have a vagina to match your name.”

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aylaxc:

Ayla’s face twisted and she felt her stomach turn as well at her answer. Her nose scrunched and she loosely crossed her arms. “Thanks for that visual. Now I see you with a forty and a seventy year old.” Ayla said while cringing. “Yeah – it’s done leaking.”

“i always knew you pictured me naked. if you wanted a nude, ayla, all you had to do was ask.” jen smirks, “good, wait, should i ask about the face leakage or can we move on to more important things? like why i was forced to buy and throw away a perfectly good tiffany necklace to appease head mistress cel? my body is d i s t u r b e d over it.”

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Text | Jen

Vi: No! I didn't get sick of him no!

Jen: if you're here and your kid is there clearly you ditched the kid for some american lovin' or whatever people come to america for. hope ~~~ or whatever

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Text | Jen

Vi: In England

Jen: not that i care about gremlins -- can't feed them after 12 anyway -- but you just up & left your kid?

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aylaxc:

Ayla couldn’t help but laugh at the choice of words Jensen decided to use. She chewed on her lower lip and rummaged through her bag to get a tissue and quickly wiped her eyes along with getting her compact mirror and made sure her makeup was fine. “I’m afraid to know how you know that a loose vagina leaks.”

"this old woman couldn’t pay her bill at my parent’s store. it was either fuck her or call the cops and my parents are anti-pig, so.” she shrugs, “and when i say old, i’m talkin’ 40, at the most. i don’t fuck 70-year-old hasbeens. i’m not the anna nicole of lesbians. anyway, is your face done doing whatever it was doing?”

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text @ [ jen ]

Charlotte: I know what your major is, doesn't mean you have to be so blunt about everything.

Charlotte: I wash my hair.

Jen: someone's gotta be. truth hurts, hun.

Jen: ....you sure?

[aylaxc]

Ayla was trying to keep herself together. She felt like she was doing a good job with it. Putting up smiles, she wasn’t even sure what hit her. Maybe with how long she had put a fake smile on, something just hit her. Emotions came rolling in, her chest felt heavy and her eyes burning. She was slowly breaking down, and being in front of people it was the worst. Excusing herself, she made herself into another room where nobody was. Feeling tears rolling onto her cheeks but she quickly wiped them away, especially when hearing footsteps. She cleared her throat, not daring to look behind her. “I’ll – be out of your way in a minute.” She said, muffling through her hands, making sure to wipe away the rest of the tears. 

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“fucky fuck fuck.” jen frustrates as she riffles through her bookbag. she’d manage to lose her political science textbook yet again. it wasn’t like the damn thing costs a mortgage or that she had a test next fucking week. she bet it was that weird blue haired chick that stole it. god, couldn’t she get a clue? jen rushes into the classroom, but pauses when she sees ayla. “ew, no, tell me you have a cold and that your face isn’t leaking like a loose vagina, right now.”

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tannercampbell:

“That was a quote from her, it’s also the only reason someone wouldn’t believe in sexting. It’s funny, so many of you girls say shit like that, then turn around and wanna fuck me. You got an explanation for that too?”

jen shrugs, “straight girls have low standards.”

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Text | Jen

Vi: I am an English socialite and it had nothing to do with the age of consent that people got so up in arms about. It was because I was seventeen and got pregnant. The Langwoods are a well known family who were supposed to be respectable. And at the time I got pregnant, my father was going for his second run as senator, my pregnancy scandal stopped that. And it didn't help that no one knew who the father was, so they made up stories.

Vi: I didn't move because of that, I moved a few years afterwards.

Vi: And the age doesn't make a difference, not really. I didn't want people to know back home because I didn't want him being dragged into this and his life being pulled apart too

Jen: so then, where's baby langwood?

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bonded 4 lyfe | jam

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fckksammy:

This was bullshit, utter bullshit. She barely had the money to even buy a tiffany bracelet and she was expected to buy one and throw it away? What the fuck? Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and fists were clenched as she had to stop herself from speaking out, from saying that this whole thing was absolute bullshit- she was already on the rocks with Cel, she knew that much. If it wasn’t for her mum, she would have told this whole place to go fuck itself and gone and lived in the dorms, or stayed with her mum. Stupid rich girls.

Snapping her head around, her glare hardened at the blonde girl, “This whole thing is bullshit, how we meant to throw away a fucking tiffany necklace when we can’t even buy one” she grumbled, more to herself that to Jen.

“speak for yourself, skid row, not all of us are boxing for quarters every week.” jen states, folding her arms over her chest, “besides you’re pledging gamma, not homeless zeta delta. did you really expect this to be all rhinestones and glues sticks?” she arches a brow, “honestly, i’m more offended that we have to throw it away than i am in buying the damn thing. do you know what throwing away taste does to a person? it’s like, i dunno, throwing away your boxing gloves or your lips. ya know, one good lip injection could do so much good for you. just...” she pops her lips.

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lunasupp:

“shit i dont know a list level, he said they need to either make as much as he does or just under by like 2 percent”

“okay, back the fuck up there, kate middleton. how loaded are you?”

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a kiss among friends | zoesen

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zoerhee:

Mission accomplished.

Zoe was mortified. Now fully convinced that this was exactly what her friend had come over to do, she felt like retreating into herself, becoming an ostrich and sticking her damn head in the sand, running away despite the fact that this was her room, her house, and just fleeing the country maybe. All completely rational things to do want to do in a reaction to this stupid situation. She felt rejected, stupid  and completely and utterly ashamed that when Jen pushed her words back onto her she almost started crying, unsure where this had even come from. She’d never thought of Jensen Teague in the way she was now, not even once and yet her rejection had struck her fiercely. On the list of stupid shit Zoe Rhee had gotten upset about this was definitely at the top. “I didn’t say that,” she replied, almost too defensively for her own good and most certainly refusing to look at Jen. “I just thought you were– I dunno I thought you would and then you didn’t and now here we are, us…not kissing. So um– how about those playboys, huh?”

jen arches a perfectly waxed brow as zoe rambled on. why did jen find that cute? god, you fuck a rambler once and suddenly it’s a turn on. “oh for fuck sake.” the blonde leans over, pulling zoe’s head closer with her hand to the back of her head. her lips pressed against zoe’s somewhat aggressively - more so out of frustration than anything. after two mississippi’s jen relaxes into the kiss, going so far as to worm her tongue inside zoe’s mouth; her tongue ring clicking against the roof of the other’s. after a while ( five l o n g mississippi’s ) jen let’s go of zoe’s lips and grabs the bottle of wine, “now you can quit whining about it.”

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Charlotte: Okay then... Why did you say that?

Jen: i major in political science with a minor in realness. would you rather i lie? that's not how my line of friendship works.

Jen: wash your hair a bit, change retailers, and start going by char and maybe there's hope for you.

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tfkatherine:

“how would you know what she found?”

“was i... not, like, clear? wow, you really did need to fuck professor feel good, huh? i know maya found it elsewhere because i, wait for it, fucked her. which is so fucking sad for you because that girl is a p e r f o r m e r. keep calm and fuck a theatre major, honestly.”

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Text | Jen

Vi: Yes! Natalia doesn't know because the reporters could never figure out who the father was. So she made it up.

Jen: i have questions then because your tale isn't adding up. let's deduce, shall we?

Jen: according to natalia, you're an english socialite who moved to new york. she says it's because you got knocked up by a married teacher.

Jen: you say that it's actually because you had a boyfriend who was 18 to your 17. according to google the legal age of consent in the uk is 16. meaning no one would actually give a fuck about you and mr. teen.

Jen: but as a socialite people might, but considering the age diff is a year i can't seem to see why 1. the age makes a difference, 2. you left london because of it, 3. why you didn't want anyone to know you dated an 18 year old, and 4. why you're so shook by all of this. unless, of course, your honor you're lying.

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“This chick told me she didn’t believe in sexting cause she doesn’t want her nudes going around the frat house. Like okay Tiffani, as if you wouldn’t show my dick pic to all your friends. I take it as a compliment like any normal person would. I hate prudes.”

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“or maybe she 1. actually doesn’t believe in sexting or 2. just doesn’t wanna send your werewolf ass a nude. not that she even needed an explanation. i hate assholes.”