don't pout

[greatcrnado]

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𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: Oh. Then... forgive the presumption.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: I am interested, I feel like I've been looking for it all week! Is there any chance I could pick it up sometime soon?

miles: i'm used to it.

miles: you tend to misplace lots of things. i'm pretty sure i have your other shirt with the striped buttons around here too. um, yeah you can pick it up tomorrow?

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htmlbaron​:

“the purpose of pants?” that was a loaded question yael wasn’t sure they were prepared to get into, taking a measured breath before miles continued on, redirection their thought process away from the proverbial constructs of the fabric they needed. “it’s just a hex scan,” they clarified, scrolling through a slew of apps to find the picker in question. “color hex, not voodoo, i plan on using your pants for good, not evil.” not that the likelihood of that explanation would soothe miles’ concerns, but it was an answer, wasn’t it? “you don’t have to take them off or anything - actually, please don’t, i just want to match the color and use it as the background for my app. i’m sick of the red. please?”

“no i mean why do you need my pants? i already know the purpose of them like most people do.” he couldn’t help but laugh a little. it was strange but he knew what to expect. “well in that case then fine. i guess i trust you not to use this for evil or whatever.” he curled his lip into a smirk. “i don’t think that would be approved on school grounds anyway. red is just too generic these days so going with these salmon colored pants is more ideal.” he motioned towards his pants, letting them know that he was all for it now. “i’m glad that my fashion choice was made to good use.”

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songotonin​:

muscle memory was too strong even to this day to gravitate to wherever miles was, so used to it once being what pulled her away from all of the outside forces working against her sanity, even if relying so heavily on him was countering that through the codependency that had been at its highest when they’d first met. she knew she was a far way from those days, and that level of desperation, but she couldn’t stop herself from the pull that never fully went away.

now that she was in his doorway - the one he was blocking, whether intentional or not, she noticed, another separation from the days of her simply letting herself into his space at her own will, she was aware of her unannounced presence and whether it was even okay. she could have called. she should have texted him. this was weird - was this weird? don’t make it seem weird, this is fine, you stopped by on your way back from class, that’s normal. simpatico with her own resolve, miles moved aside, esme stepping past him into the dorm and using the invitation as a mental command to calm down.

“yeah,” she answered, mostly honest. “i had a Socio final this morning, nothing else until tomorrow.” she hadn’t even considered that he might have been in class, not curious what he was doing instead. glancing around, her eyes picked up on the lit screen on the laptop, it now dawning on her that she was probably interfering with his own schooling - the same problem that led her here in the first place. “oh…” she hesitated, already fearing a confirmation if she pressed on. “are you busy?”

following right behind as he closed the door, he sat back down on his chair where he previously was. it still was an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach being back with esme trying to rework a new friendship. he often found himself second-guessing just about everything when it came to her. he shouldn’t have had to worry like this but he still cared. maybe more than he should have.

there was some distance between the two that only reflected with the tension he felt a little too strong. there was this frustration within himself as he dug his fingers into arm rest of the chair keeping his eyes on her. it was reminder for to try and ground himself. it was nothing more than another hangout with a friend, just a small check-in. he just had to let go of what was the past and letting that anxiousness get the better of him. 

taking a deep breath as he sat back, he smiled gently. “no--i mean yes i was. kind of worked myself up too long and i think you coming might be the best distraction.” he needed the break from his own work. lately it seemed like he was putting himself through more just to distract from some the recent discovery in his life. “i’m basically finished away.” he reassured her once more. “i’ve meant to call you, you know to hang out again. i guess it’s kind of better that you showed up, just pull me away from school for a bit would be nice.”

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maya-thepsychic​:

“what! i could never forget your name. it’s like, niall or something, right?” the proud smirk on her face clearly holds back a shit-eating grin. she idly rocked back on the soles of her sneakers as he took the paper from her, toying with the looped handle of jack’s leash. “ugh, i’m glad you said it and not me. there’s a couple of them i’m trying to get along with lately but overall, that whole group is so problematic. they act like you don’t belong anywhere near a theatre class if you’re not one of them.” she rolls her eyes, looking down at her own handwriting in miles’s hands. “honestly, i was proud of my first two drafts, but they said there wasn’t enough plot…? and i tried saying how art is subjective, there’s so many kinds of storytelling, and all that. but…i dunno. i felt stupid not knowing what was wrong with it.” she pauses, “and i’m totally rambling when i could just say thank you, huh?”

miles rolled his eyes at her joke. “you wish you knew someone named niall. they aren’t going to get back together, matlin.” he teased as he began his quick scan through her paper. “they get a show like glee and suddenly think they’re the best of the best. it’s okay to knock them down a peg or two once in a while.” he paused for a moment continuing on the reading in his head. “don’t get yourself so worked up over it. you’re making it out to be worse than it is. there’s some things that needs work but i think there was an exaggeration on their part.” he glanced up now away from the paper. “yeah you tend to do that a lot. it’s no big deal.”

[greatcrnado]

𝓏𝑜𝑒 📲 ɱιʅҽʂ

zoe: but there are some coffee places near the greek side of campus that i rly like

zoe: i'll see these details

miles: they have a nice view and everyone is always taking pictures outside. there's literally sometimes a line.

miles: [sends photo]

miles: some of these guys might be a douche as to be expected.

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lolacoladas​:

“the last few weeks of classes are so freakin’ brutal, man. i’ve got so much work to finish with such a short amount of time. it’ll never make sense how we’re, like, expected to cram everything into our schedules. anyway, i’m sooo ready for break. do you have any big plans?”

“surprisingly i had it much worse last semester. i didn’t think i would actually get any of it done. i’m pretty sure i spent more time awake throughout the night this time around than having a normal sleep schedule. i’ve applied to a few internships so that should be my break right there. squeeze in a few parties and a trip and i should be set. how about you? got anything planned?”

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maya-thepsychic​:

“hey, mister english major!” she practically flags down the much taller boy with a frantic wave of her hand, a plea for him to wait up for her as she weaves through the throngs of students, dog eagerly at her side. “spare a moment for some peer review? it’s not much, it’s more of a synopsis than any actual writing.” as she catches up, she pulls a blue folder from underneath her arm and thumbs out a few pages of loose-leaf held at the corner by a star-shaped paperclip. “it’s supposed to be a jukebox musical but if i have one more theatre kid tell me it’s more like a song cycle i think i’m gonna spontaneously combust. like, i’m a songwriter, what do you want from me?”

@greatcrnado​

“should i be worried that you might have forgotten my name by now?” he jokes as he slowed down for the blonde as they walked. he stopped once they reached outside looking down at the folder in hand now holding his attention. “i guess i can lend a hand to a friend in need.” he looked over her shoulder trying to briefly look over before he actually got his hands on the paper. “theatre kids are pretentious assholes anyway. i’m pretty sure it’s like in their dna to pick apart just about anything.”

[greatcrnado]

𝓏𝑜𝑒 📲 ɱιʅҽʂ

zoe: by any chance is there going to be a party on campus this friday

zoe: my mom is coming over and if theres a frat house throwing something i wanna make sure shes nowhere near that house

zoe: i feel like if anyone knows where the parties are its u

miles: i did get an invite for one on friday so you've got that part down.

miles: would she really go near a frat house? well it's there i can send you the details so you can know what to avoid.

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gcldinahir​:

@greatcrnado​

Goldi tried not to stew from her position. Standing next to Miles Hollingsworth never failed to cause a special type of rage, one borne entirely out of being hit, again and again, with the fact that his life would be so, so much easier than hers.

Maybe it was the fact that they had gotten into the same college that made her mad. Maybe it was the fact that Miles would probably have an easier pathway into higher paying jobs than her, even if she was volunteering at this soup kitchen to beef up the humanitarian section of her resume, and he was there for court ordered community service.

As if this fact, and the way that she had seen Miles Hollingsworth experience privilege that she could barely believe existed, didn’t hurt enough? He was giving uneven spoonfuls. With no consequences. 

Not only did the patrons of the soup kitchen not seem to notice that their bowls were coming to the end of the line with vastly different amounts of soup in them, but they also had the audacity to stare curiously at her hijab. 

“You know,” she said, when the pent up stress and anger had begun to overflow. “You’re supposed to give two full spoonfuls. Not one really big one, or two little ones, or even three… just two even spoonfuls.” She looked over at him, just barely clenching her jaw.

right from the start miles always had it easier than most people with the privilege that came from his name alone. he couldn’t even remember a time where he wasn’t able to escape a situation without the help of his wealth. he knew of this and usually relied on it. 

this was another thing added to the list of him getting away with the actual punishment as he stood in line of the kitchen. they were given clear instructions of how to serve each person and the quantity of it with the two full spoonfuls. it seemed as if he had been there all day although it had just been an hour as he lazily finished up scooping the last bowl. he didn’t even realize anyone was actually watching him until he heard goldi speak up now. 

“it’s just soup.” he tried to explain, brushing it off as it was no big deal. “i’m pretty sure i might have only missed one or two people with the scoops. it’s no big deal.” miles didn’t understand why she could possibly be upset about something like the amount of scoops. 

[greatcrnado]

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𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: This is stupid, and probably a long shot anyway, but I've lost a shirt. Blue, button-up, short sleeves, dark collar. If you happen to see it any time soon, just let me know?

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻: Or ignore this. Whatever.

miles: i wasn't planning to ignore the text.

miles: i did end up finding it if you're still interested in that. or you can you just ignore this or whatever.

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htmlbaron​:

the tie-dye made sense at first, but god was Yael sick to death over it. with a name like “Far Out”, it was a given for the prototype to be stereotypical acid washed peace and love, but after a year of being faced with the same garish primary color vector, Yael was ready for a change, and was sure that fans of the app would agree. the graphics would be simple enough, not needing to stray too far from the homescreen that defined what the app was about - the hippies may have been a little over the top with their shade saturation, but could you ever go wrong with keeping the peace? the blue needed to go, too many studies linked it to clinical depression, and that was probably a bad direction to take this app in. yellow…? sure, it was almost summer, people need their days brightened. but the red… no. no, there was enough anger in the world, red was angry. maybe that explained some of Yael’s most conflicted life moments taking place umbrellaed under a red wig. huh. they’d circle back to that theory later. for now, to find something similar enough to red to mesh well with the yellow without being too washed out, because this app wasn’t about weakness, but nothing too pink, it should be fairly neutral. Yael was a few scrolls deep into hex codes when they heard the footsteps approaching the lab, looking up to be greeted eventually by Miles, but first by his pants. “oh, your pants are perfect!” they exclaimed, holding out the phone to compare the shade of yellow already on the screen. “can i scan them real quick?”

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miles was already running late with his miscalculated judgment on skipping out of his own alarm clock. he just needed to get to the lab to finish up what he needed to do although he was rushing now. walking in finally catching his breath, he gave yael a look right away at the mention of his pants. he immediately looked down wondering what they could possibly mean by it all. “what’s the purpose of all of this?” he questioned, already walking towards them now. it was just salmon colored pants which became a color theme for many years now. obviously he knew who yael was but not enough to understand what this was anyway. “it’s a very weird request and there’s a whole lot of stuff that goes on i’d rather not be part of.” he crossed his arms against his chest looking at the phone in hand. 

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songotonin​:

for as much time as esme had spent in self-imposed isolation during high school, you’d think she’d remember the sound of silence. the campus was big, her room now shared, there was no choice any longer but to adapt to the bustle around her, and she’d done well with the adjustment, especially since such noise and occupancy wasn’t accompanied by hospital bracelets and dilated pupils - not many at least. but this just meant the air felt that much more stagnant in the classroom only peppered with the measured turning of papers on desks, the too-loud tick of the clock’s arms drawing esme’s eyes up to stare in warning. it didn’t heed.

she wasn’t worried about the test itself; she knew the content well, she’d studied. she would have no trouble passing, even as she frittered away her time with the distractions around her that she couldn’t seem to shake. it was never this quiet. it never got to her this much. she took her meds that morning, she stretched, why was it not enough to prevent something so trivial from making such an impact on her disposition? she didn’t realize how harshly she’d been raking the trembling hand through her hand just to busy it until she pulled back a palm of torn strands, opting to sit on the hand instead. focus, she commanded herself, tapping the pencil back to her test to fill in a few more answers, manageable until the classroom door across the hall opened and closed. this wasn’t going anywhere. her test was complete enough, esme bubbling in the final few choices before gathering her belongings, turning in her class materials on her way out of the room and down the hall, back to sound.

it wasn’t his job to save her, she knew it wasn’t doing herself any favors to be en route so instinctively, but was it not proactive for her own health that she’d removed herself from a stressful situation? she couldn’t stop by to see a friend too? despite the awareness of what a loose logic that was, her feet prevailed on down the corridors, across the quad and into the dorm she needed - no! no, she didn’t need it, she could take care of herself. there was a difference. it was just the right dorm for who she was coming to see. she was nodding to herself as she arrived outside the correct door, knocking a few times and shaking off her internalized debate while she was still hidden away behind it.

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there was an overwhelming amount of work he was pushing through the past few hours as he was cooped up in his room. between the school and community service hours he was stuck committing through, it was just enough to distract him from the other stuff. this was what drove him to keep on the right track of where he wanted to be. 

changing the tabs on his computer to go back to the previous article, a ping came from his phone. it was just another reminder about an event he had to go to on the weekend. “great...” he mumbled to himself, rubbing the temples on his forehead. he tossed his phone to his bed instead letting himself sink into his chair as he moved away from his desk. his eyes were unbelievably tired from the time he spent on the laptop as he shut them close for a second. the silence instantly brought him back down as he ended up falling asleep for what seemed so short. he shifted right back up hearing the knocking on his door as he fixed himself back to reality. rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, he went towards the door to open it. 

“esme, hi.” it was still hard to say her name with how much history there had been from before. he had forgiven her for all the stuff but all the memories remained the same. “already done with your classes for the day?” he offered a smile, one that you would at a stranger. it then hit him that he hadn’t even invited her inside. “come in, sorry.” he moved out of the doorway so she could come in.

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Favorite Character Meme [1/1 Character]: Miles Hollingsworth