Bombshell Blonde

Hey there! The name's Amelia Joyner. I'm a Mechanical Engineering student and can totally kick your butt. [Dependent RP Blog for Astrum Academia]

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Tell me a story

Okay so last summer I’m at home and I’m just gettin’ some ice cream out of the tub and it’s a new tub, so ya know, it’s like a solid block of ice cream. I put a spoon in to take some and then when I lift up the spoon, the entire fuckin’ block of ice cream comes out with it and before I know it the thing is fallin’ to the ground. I’m screamin’ like an action movie hero whose friend is about to be shot in slow motion, but it’s too late. 

So I try and grab the block of ice cream with my free hand because I’m a fuckin’ idiot, but of course I don’t actually catch it so the thing sort of just… slides across my hand and lands on the ground. 

I’m standin’ there, arm covered in ice cream, still holding on to the spoon with this shocked expression on my face, and the ice cream’s just layin’ on the floor, kind of flattened from the impact. 

Then, because I’m trash, I decide that like, 90% of the ice cream block is still good, so I sit down on the floor and start eatin’ the ice cream off of it with the spoon. 

I dunno where my mom was throughout all this but she came in after a bit of me eatin’ the ice cream and asked why I screamed. But before she could get her whole question out she saw me, her daughter, sittin’ there eating ice cream off the floor and froze up before lookin’ up to the ceilin’ like she was askin’ the Lord where she went wrong and then left me to my own devices.

The end. 

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❝I do not get drunk-- I get awesome.❞

“Da, sure.” Ivan replied with a raised brow. He had been resting in his room but a loud noise from the hallway had shocked him enough to go investigate. and what did he find? A young, blatantly drunk woman stumbling through the hall.

“Where is your room, girl? You are not in right head to be safely walking around halls like this.” 

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braginski-sunflower:

Sighing he placed a hand to his forehead, “тупой американец” 

Only glaring a little he pocketed is room key and walked out through his doorway, closing the door behind him. “It is not safe for drunk girl to be by self making so much noise.” He advised walking towards the elevator close by. “I will be helping you get to room, da?” he asked although it wasn’t really questionable. 

There was a brief frown at that, feeling as though she was being chastised by him, before she huffed and crossed her arms. “I can whup anybody’s ass that tries to mess with me...” Amelia muttered though still walked stumbled with him to the elevator, since she figured there wasn’t much point in arguing with him. She was tired and just wanted her bed at this point. “Why do ya care anyway?” 

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❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

“Only eleventy twelve? Scandalous. That’s nothing.”

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butteredfolklore:

Originally, Lukas thought that this party was fucking boring but a competition, now that was something worth getting out of bed for. Oh boy, he could not wait to absolutely destroy this poor, naive girl. The look on her face after this would be priceless, well, at least it would be but he doubted he’d be able to see very clearly after all of this.

Fuck, he had quite a few to drink before the two of them were even. But still, even with the disadvantage of having to catch up in a short space of time, he was sure he could thrash her in this competition. Quickly trying to scull this drink, he shrugged. “You look young. I’d say twelve but you wouldn’t be here if you were.”

She was excited for this, even in the state she was in she was pumped. It wasn’t everyday that she got to have a drinking competition with someone, let a lone a complete stranger. Sometimes they were the best to have competitions with because you never knew what they were going to do or what they were like, at least in her mind she thought that. 

She threw her head back and laughed a little too loudly at that, gaining looks from people around them and questioning stares. “I ain’t that young! I’m twenty-one for yer information, darlin’.” Laughing still, her gaze traveled back to him. “Ya don’t look to be that much older than me so what’s with ya actin’ like an old biddy an’ callin’ me a kid?” 

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❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

“Only eleventy twelve? Scandalous. That’s nothing.”

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butteredfolklore:

This girl had another thing coming if she really thought that she could out-drink Lukas. Lukas was a fucking amazing drinker, with a high-tolerance for all things alcoholic - actually, now that he thought about it, that was kind of a sad thing to be internally bragging about. Ah, well. 

Dragging over his crate, Lukas grabbed out a fresh bottle, swiftly popping open the cap and taking a few quick chugs. “Yes. I am. I’ve got years of drinking on a kid like you.”

She probably definitely has another thing coming but she doesn’t know that yet. Her own tolerance was decent, blame it on the fact she hasn’t drank in a few months. 

She drank out of her own bottle she still had, waiting for him to catch up to her amount before they started their competition. “I’m no kid! How old do ya think I am?!” 

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❝I do not get drunk-- I get awesome.❞

“Da, sure.” Ivan replied with a raised brow. He had been resting in his room but a loud noise from the hallway had shocked him enough to go investigate. and what did he find? A young, blatantly drunk woman stumbling through the hall.

“Where is your room, girl? You are not in right head to be safely walking around halls like this.” 

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Her hands rested on her hips still from her earlier outburst of being ‘awesome’ despite the pain in her elbow from smacking it against the wall. She normally didn’t get as drunk as she was now, but she had been in a drinking contest which was something sober her would regret immensely. 

At the question of her room her brows furrowed and she looked up and down the hallway before looking at him. “I thought it was on this floor, but I know everybody on my floor and ya aint one of ‘em.” A pout formed now. “Third floor uh… second door past the elevator is mine… no that’s Tam’s. Shit. But I’m fine I can make it there just fine.” 

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❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

“Only eleventy twelve? Scandalous. That’s nothing.”

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butteredfolklore:

Lukas himself was only on his third, and he’d arrived with an entire damn crate of the things. Whilst he hadn’t initially intended to drink the whole crate, if this girl was issuing him a challenge…by gods, he was going to drink the whole fucking thing. There was no way he was going to be showed up by anyone, especially not an American.

Sculling down what was left in the bottle and pulling out the next, he gave her the tiniest of smirks. “I’m on my fourth now, but I’ll catch up. And then surpass you.”

She was definitely issuing a challenge, and she was determined to win. She’s outdrank people before, granted it was against some friends who were lightweights but she’s done it before! 

Grinning now, she sat down next to him and motioned to one of her friends across the room to get her more beer. “Ooooh are you sure about that? I have years of drinking under me!” 

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@torikelly: izzabout to get real intense. tryna sleep literally every chance i get cuz im bout that grandma lyfe.

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❝I've had... eleventy twelve beers.❞

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

“Only eleventy twelve? Scandalous. That’s nothing.”

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In hindsight she really should have stopped drinking after her third beer but she didn’t. So now, she was on her seventh, or in her mind, her eleventy twelfth. It didn’t help that people were offering her sips of their own beers, making her think she had had many more than she really did. But after a while just drinking got boring so she decided to talk to someone. And that someone was Lukas. 

“I could drink more!! You dunno my life, blondie boy!” She huffed, crossing her arms and splashing a bit of beer on a nearby person. “How many have you had, huh?” 

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aarlovski:

[ is messing around too bc why not competition’s not until 20 mins later ] [ kicks the snow in his boredom ] oh….. [ turns to Amelia ] What’s not working?

The snow! It’s all - [waves her hands around] powdery and it’s supposed to stick but it’s not! [huffs] I even tried to throw a snowball but it poofed in the air!

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[she’s... struggling with the snow tbh] [it’s cold and she’s not wearing a very thick coat] [also what are gloves?]

[just messing around right now, not too worried about the competition but the snow is’t working with her and it’s getting her frustrated]

Why ain’t ya workin’?!

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I’ll be your day dream.

APH | Nyo!America

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Breathe 

                                 Just  ɓ ʀ ɛ ɑ t ɦ ɛ

Smile and everything will be all right.

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felicianecdotes:

[he glad she not spook bc of huggu] [he did not like seeing her cri and he hopes that she will feel better soon] [everyone should be happy!!!] [happiness is the funnest emotion]

Of course, of course! [he pull out the few he had folded in his pocket] Here, here.

[she really enjoys hugs and she needs a lot tbh][especially when she’s sad and homesick] 

[takes the tissues with a grateful nod before she wipes away the tears on her face] Thank ya. [and then there’s a shuddery breath and she forces a laugh] Sorry ya had to see me like this. 

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felicianecdotes:

[omg omg omg] [she’s crying a lot fuck] [um um] [he can hug her] [yes he will do that] [feliciano does not normally see crying people] [what do]

I’m sorry, bella. Do you want a tissue? [he has many]

[hugs?][hugs are nice] [very nice actually she’s been needing one of those] [calms down a little bit at the hug]

[nods at the offer of a tissue] Yeah... C-Can I have a couple?

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felicianecdotes:

[Feliciano is wandering around again because that’s what he does] [It’s nice to go outside, look at the sky and talk to all the nice people!]

[He doesn’t have Thanksgiving plans - it’s not really something he celebrates] [He’s jus thinking about all the pasta that he’s gonna eat tonight] [fuck] [pasta] [fuck] [yes] [it’s gonna be all cheesy and creamy and fuck] [he may or may not be drooling] [even the sky doesn’t help him not think about pasta] [the clouds look like macaroni]

[dont think about pasta dont think about past-] [o look] [is that girl crying?] [oh no no no no!]

[he run over] Excuse me, bella! Are you okay, what’s wrong?

[the tears keep on coming no matter how much she wipes them away] [looks up when she hears someone talking to her] [nods after a few moments and rubs at her eyes again] 

I-I’m okay, just missin’ my family is all... [lil voice tremble]

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[she’s on the phone, talking loudly in one of the courtyards] [waving her free hand around and kicking her legs where she’s seated]

I can’t believe Uncle Carter is drunk already. How’s Julia doin’ with the twins? They’ve gotta be a handful. Last I saw them they were wee lil’ things. [listens for a few moments] They’re walkin’ already?! Has it been that long since I seen ‘em? 

[there’s a frown now] I-I know ma, I’m missin’ a lot.. I’ll try and visit for Christmas, promise! I just had school stuff to make up and my projects are gettin’ harder and I don’t have a lo- [pauses] Ya gotta go? Oh... ok ma, I love ya. Happy Thanksgivin’. Tell everybody I said hi!! Bye ma!

[pulls the phone away from her ear and sniffs for a moment, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket] [she’s crying even if she doesn’t mean to]