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I S L A - F O X. nineteen music major zeta phi beta "making my own road out of gravel and some wine. and if i have to fall, then it won't be in your line."

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spuricus:

“ me, selfish ? ” he gasped in FEIGN offence, before shaking his head and flashing her a pitiful smile “ c’mon, isla, loosen up, it’s months ago now. you can’t seriously tell me you thought what we had was anything worthwhile ? ” he obviously KNEW that she was fishing for anything useful from him and very far out probably an apology something which sam had in fact never given her, he owed her one he knew that but at the same time, sam RARELY apologized or explained his actions and so he’d never explained anything to isla either. he didn’t blame her for being angry with him, but it also wasn’t that deep to him. “ guess i’ll just admire them from afar then. ” he shrugged, not admitting it, but definitely sure she would actually PUNCH him square in the face, and he was too pretty for bruises. “ god, i love it when you talk dirty. ” he sighed “ you know if you keep on being this cruel to me, i might just fall in love with ya. ”

isla rolled her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath. why did every encounter with sam always feel like a test in self-control? “trust me. i can tell you truly & honestly that you are definitely not worthwhile.” she supposed that what bothered her most about sam was how foolish he made her feel. she had held herself up to be so special & then there the boy was to knock her down a peg and remind her that she was no different than any other notch on his bedpost. “still unwanted, but whatever. do whatever you want as long as you do it at least ten feet from me.” her eyebrow raised at his sigh. “is that what riles you up then, badalhoco?” head tilted, she took another step closer to him. “quer que lhe diga que é um miserável bastardo? will you give me the shot then?”

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gluttcny:

                    ❛ a volte. ❜ he chuckles. of course, he doesn’t NEED to tell isla how much he appreciates her — she’s one of the only family he has, which is strange considering their italian half is pretty large if you count all their aunts & uncles. ❛ i’ve told you before — good genetics. it’s what helps us along, don’t you agree ? yeah, you should’ve. maybe then you would’ve learned some manners. ❜ he’s TEASING, nudging her with his elbow before he rolls his shoulders uncomfortably. ❛ no — i’ll be fine. it’s just stressing me out. ❜

“sempre,” isla fired back. finn could play coy all he wanted, but each of them knew how much they meant to one another. isla’s love for her cousin was laced into every insult she tossed his way. “oh, of course. could you imagine if we weren’t as hot as we are? i wouldn’t get away with half the shit i do. hah. as if your accent lends you any kind of civility. you’re practically a barbarian.” she nudged him back, her eyes flickering over him in concern. “we should take your mind off it then. - oh! let’s rent a car & go to vegas. can we go to vegas?”

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sebastiianx:

“If it’s lingire you want stop acting like I won’t just give you my credit card” he laughed, snatching it from her hands. He tossed it into his open closet where it would most likely remain. “Now just wondering…do I get to see you in it if i buy it?” he joked.

“why use yours when i could use this opportunity as the perfect way to piss off daddy dearest? a five thousand dollar charge to bordelle - that would certainly warrant a phone call from the accountant.” isla leaned forward on the bed, smirking up at bash. it had taken them so long to get back to this, to joking around about sex. “it would be nice to get a man’s perspective... maybe, if you’re good, i’ll let you tag along.”

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‘All you gotta do is point, girl. Your friend want something too? You want something?’

‘Oh you got it like that zaddy?’

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@islafox I feel like bash and isla have done this 😂😂

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hello, angels!

isla (liz gillies fc) & luka (jeremy allen white fc) are in desperate need of some connections. you can read their intros & some wanted connects below, but i’m open to anything! we can brainstorm~

isla intro & isla plot page

luka intro & luka plot page

like this & i’ll message you or message me & we can plot (:

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rcmans:

“Well, you’ve certainly caught my interest.” He propped himself up so that he could get a better look at her. “You always have the best suggestions, don’t ya?” He chuckled. “A bloody mary sounds perfect right about now. I suppose I should get dressed.” He glanced down at himself, sporting only a pair of black-boxer briefs. “Unless there are any objections?” He teased.

“someone around here needs to keep the party going while you all laze about and sleep in, nursing your little hangovers.” she lifted herself to meet him, balancing her weight on her elbow. her gaze followed his as it moved downward, scanning his half-naked body. “it is a shame to cover up such a lovely view...” she returned her stare to meet his, quirking an eyebrow. “like throwing a curtain over michelangelo’s david.”

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fckashcarter:

“You’re so lucky you’re my best friend. I’m so hungover. I’ll do it for you though,” Ashton responded, pulling the shirt back off and tossing it aside before reaching for the remains of a joint from the previous night and lighting it, taking a long drag before breathing out the smoke and holding it out to her. “I’m sure it’ll be such a hardship for you to rub me down with lotion,” he commented and let out his first laugh of the day. 

“scusami? you are the lucky one here. i’m saving you from a pathetic morning of lying around your bed hungover. not just anyone gets to be my partner in crime, you know.” isla took a few steps forward and took the joint from his hands, pressing it to her lips. she let her eyes trail down his body as she exhaled. “it’s a tough job, but you’re no use to me all sunburned & blistered. i need the president carter brand - not red lobster. i have a reputation to maintain.”

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sebastiianx:

Sebastian looked over from his desk before laughing. “Uhm..no? I like to cross dress at tonight. You’ve found my dirty secret” he joked, walking over and taking it from her. “Hmm…might be Hannah’s.Not sure can’t really remember what she was wearing….probably not a good idea to ask her either..”

“you’d make a lovely drag queen, bash. - bastiana?” isla laughed and returned her attention to the bra, tilting her head in consideration as she peeked at the tag. “well, if you’re going to start sleeping with such forgetful girls, would you mind making them a little chestier?” isla held the bra up for him once again. “free lingerie would be nice and my boobs aren’t going to fit into this b-cup bullshit.”

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gluttcny:

                   he  leans  against  his  other  dresser  that  lives  next  to  the  one  she  TARGETED,   arms  folding  across  a  bare  chest.   ❛   ti  odio.   ❜   he  watches  her  actions,  eyebrows  furrowing  before  he  shifts  away  slightly  when  she  sprays.   ❛   i’ve  told  you  before  —  anything  sounds  charming  in  an  ACCENT.  it  just  so  happens  that  i  have  the  face  &  body  to  match.   ❜   he  smirks,  although  a  more  serious  expression  dominates  his  features  not  long  after.   ❛   not  really  —  our  lawyers are  being  difficult.  i  can’t  sleep.   ❜

“tu mi ami,” isla’s smirk curled into dimples, her smugness on par with the signature & mischievous cheshire cat grin. accomplished in her task, she slid the dresser drawer shut with camera and scented polaroid in hand. “i suppose we are an attractive family, aren’t we? maybe i should’ve faked an accent when i arrived here.” her joking demeanor dimmed as his did - especially as the word ‘lawyer’ was spoken. “have you tried taking something to help you sleep? i have ambien, if you need it. maybe a little mary jane?”

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spuricus:

tilting his head slightly, he covered his mouth as he let out a GASP in feign surprise, “ no oh my god, are you serious ? it did not even cross my mind. fuck. mind blown. “ he spoke as if that was the most ground breaking thing he’d EVER heard of, but of course he knew exactly were isla’s anger came from it didn’t take a genius to figure out. sam of course, thought that she was completely overreacting. “ well pro tip for next time, don’t mention them cause chances are i’ll just start talking about them. ” he shrugged (sam logic). whenever isla started speaking his native tongue he KNEW it was bad but he just couldn’t help but laugh at it, that was after all his reaction to most things. “aye, obrigado, it’s what i strive to be. ” he grinned before SHAKING his head no. “ give me one good reason. you’re not the only one dying at this party. however i do have a bottle of fine wine in my room and my amazing company, i’m just saying, think about it, babe. “

“oh, you think you’re so cute. if only you were half as clever as you are selfish or tactless.” isla’s grip only seemed to tighten more and more around the shot glass. it wasn’t even about the shot anymore - it was about the principle of it all. the shot stood for much more than just the splash of tequila that it contained - it was a small slice of the apology that sam had always owed her ( not that sam felt he did ). “you’ve lost any right to discuss or enjoy my tits. in fact, any attention you give to them is unwanted and therefore punishable by my knuckles connecting with your nose.” her eyes narrowed at him. if only looks could kill... “amazing company? even if i drank six bottles of ‘fine wine’ and blacked out, i’m sure your presence would still give me nightmares.”

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rydcrism:

well then, why won’t you ask her instead ? i’m sure she can tell you all about her amazing night. although i’m still up for drinks so later tonight we should definitely go out and i can repay you that way.

“i’m not asking her, i’m asking you. i don’t have her number. i’m not the one that fucked her.” isla huffed, deflating backwards into her seat. “i’ll remember this, you know.”

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rydcrism:

the male was in his seat, a pen in one had as the other made it’s way to his hair, his fingers running through them as a sigh escaped his lips. he was about to write his answer down until a familiar voice spoke up a few feet away from him which caused ryder to look up from his paper to see who was talking to him. “ well, that’s for me to know and for you to possibly never find out. ” he stated with a small chuckle once he knew who it was. “ besides, i don’t fuck and tell. ”

“dio mio. you’re joking, right?” isla groaned, entirely abandoning her studies in favor of moving closer to ryder. she crossed around the table and perched herself on the chair next to him. “what’s the fun in wingmaning for you if you’re not going to share? i don’t do this out of the kindness of my heart, y’know. i expect payment in the form of stories and cocktails, so either tell me a story or mix me a drink.”

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winslcws:

“ you’re an evil genius, you know that? that’s not incredibly promotion for your band, but everyone will be like ‘WOW, who sketched those awesome tits?’ boom, clementine’s stock ends up skyrocketing… even if it’s mostly for nude portraits, but i won’t complain about an extra pair of breasts in my face now and then. ”

“i’ve heard that title tossed around here & there. this is going to be great. we’ll drag each other straight to the top. me with my world tours & chart-topping hits and you with your internationally renowned art & six digit commissions.”

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gluttcny:

                   it’s  way  too  early  —  at  least  in  his  opinion,  anyway.  he  practically  FALLS  out  of  bed  when  the  sound  of  knuckles  vibrating  against  the  door  fills  the  silence  of  the  room.  he  groans,  feeling  like  he’s  dead-weight  as  he  goes  to  open  the  door,  knowing  who  it  is  before  he  even  OPENS  it  —  the  italian  gave  her  away.   ❛   isla,  what  the—   ❜   he  jumps  back  slightly  as  the  flash  startles  him, rubbing  at  his  eyes  before  he  realises  she’s  now  in  his  room,  searching  for  —  ❛   second  drawer.  e  buongiorno  anche  a  voi.   ❜

isla moved toward his dresser at his direction, pulling open the second drawer. she smiled as she wrapped her fingers around the cologne. “sei troppo gentile, mio tesoro.” she set her camera down and held up the polaroid of finn, spritzing it lightly with his cologne before putting it back in the drawer. “i don’t understand this obsession with you but that doesn’t mean that i’m not going to milk it for all i can.” she brought her eyes back up to him, tilting her head in slight concern. “you okay? you look exhausted.”