FOOLISH QUARRY RP BLOG
MAX BRINLY (default), TRAVIS HACKETT, and BRENT FROTH (oc)
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FOOLISH QUARRY RP BLOG
MAX BRINLY (default), TRAVIS HACKETT, and BRENT FROTH (oc)
Multi-Ship & Multi-Muse
Paragraph+ Replies 21+ Muses and Muns only About & Rules
|| Sorry. Very shortly after my last post, I got bad news about my Mom and was derailed anew from my hobby. I'm. Not great at handling grief. ||
[ Hi, hello. Been months of my mom going in and out of the hospital and life sucking my soul dry, that hasn't changed, but I finally watched the first season of Interview with the Vampire and might poke at playing with Daniel Molloy in the near future.
If that doesn't cause me to combust into easily fatigued dust, I might pick Max back up too. We'll see. Baby steps.]
Those of y’all who are curious about my OOC reasons for being SO UNEXPECTEDLY ABSENT can hit me up on messenger or discord, it’s been a wild, emotional life ride recently and I kind of got blindsided every time I thought things were ok. But I’ll be posting either tomorrow after work or the day after, you can hound me if it looks like I’ll run late! I’m not ghosting and I still have posts to post. <3
@foolishquarry liked for a random dialog starter for max
“The way you flirt is shameful.”
“You’re right. No class at all.” Max rolled his eyes, facing away but not at all embarrassed to do a clumsy speed change into swim shorts with Dylan right there. Nothing here that hadn’t already been glimpsed throughout a summer of rushed shower stall scrub downs. “Not like you, touching people’s hands the gentlemanly way.”
My new son is home! And, in true kitty style, hiding under the bed while he processes the sudden change in location.
I need all of you to fully understand the scope of how smart you have to be to go into quantum physics. You google "Most challenging majors" and physics is on top. Just regular physics. The thing you have to understand before you can do quantum physics.
You need to be advanced in mathematics, you need to have a strong understanding of all forms of calculus, algebra, geometry/trigonometry (there's a bunch of different specified versions of all of them). In order to prepare for, or even get into, a quantum physics class at some Universities you'd have to do a bunch of fkn physics courses like classical mechanics, statistical mechanics and electrodynamics along with just modern physics courses. You need to know astronomy and geology. They recommend you take literally every single math course you can, and if you can take more physics courses, it is highly recommended.
My brain hurts just thinking about all that, why TF is Dylan doing that willingly.
One of the cuter aspects is that they say you need a big imagination to study quantum physics and he definitely has that. Its just adorable is all..
true love: having to hold back your adorable, violent girlfriend to keep her from straight up murdering a dude
the lack of max brinly fics when he looks so fine is my villain origin story
He still gives me kisses and I’m calling him Max because why not.
The difficulty of explaining to someone that I’m fine with writing adult content, I’ll write all kinds of stuff, but I don’t feel like writing out the “tab A goes in slot B” generic smut in detail because it gets boring for me… It’sss a struggle.
I’m gonna have to override game canon and say: if you’re coated in blood from a werewolf exploding next to you, you’re safe. It makes zero sense otherwise.
I still don’t grasp how Dylan got grabbed through the ceiling.
DISCORD FISHING SCAM :
If you get a dm from any of your friends that has the following text & link DO NOT click the link. One quick Google of this servers name comes up with a known fishing scam ( read here ).
It seems to be making its rounds rn as two of my friends as well as myself were sent this in close proximity to each other. Turn on two step verification if you haven't, I'd recommend a password change just to be safe.
The rare AU where Max manages to escape all bites but still ends up infected by his LI when he decides to do a flirt and gets his lip split from the resulting make out session.
Dylan: Your balls are patchy?
Jacob: Wh- NO!
Max: Just trim and powder, Man.
@blamebears
He slipped his shoes on before going and opening the door, looking back to Max. “You coming or what Baby Girl.”
“That’s m’ name, don’t wear it out,” Max was going own today’s fashion goof without shame- assuming Laura didn’t spot it and drag him for stretching her shirt out. He shrugged back on his button up layer as he followed Dylan out, cabin stairs squeaking in brief complaint when Max hopped the last and trotted a few steps to find a matching pace with his bunkmate.
The circle of cabins buzzed with muted sounds of life. Fellow counselors were busy unpacking and, in some cases, already planning out the next day’s more intricate activities. Jared- or, no, Jacob- stumbled past with panted hellos, juggling more bags than two arms and a bowed back were ever meant to hold and very proud of it.
Max’s head turned to gaze after the spectacle and he raised a hand to wave at the guy who came trailing after it. This one Max couldn’t remember hearing a name for, and he didn’t get a wave back either. Probably on account of Mr. Australia’s hands being crammed too deep in his skinny jean pockets to bother. “Huh. Rude.”