lennon flowers

[pearlwxnters]

Pearl was busily drawing Satanic pentagrams on her copy of Lord Of The Flies, focused green eyes only tearing away from her doodles so she could meet Lennon’s gaze. “Adderall,” Pearl commented absently, and returned to sketching ink black lines along the cracks. “What crazy schemes do you want me to cook up for you? We could plait each other’s hair like that girl in Matilda and put curses on people.” Drumming her pen against the drying ink, Pearl plucked the joint from behind her ear and slid it between her teeth so she could spark it. “I’m feeling very magical.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“Do you have any?” Lennon asked, her blue eyes lighting up slightly with Pearl’s flippant suggestion. Sobriety was like sleep to Lennon - pointless, a waste of time, nothingness. Things had a tendency of slowing down when there was nothing amplifying her bloodstream - things had a tendency of becoming boring. She’d always secretly thought that about her father’s death; at least the fucker didn’t die bored. “Yeah, I love it when people plait my hair,” she commented wistfully, sliding a lighter out of orange, crochet bra and throwing it Pearl’s way, “How about getting fucked and improvising a theatre piece in the square for everyone? An Ode to Amphetamines, by Lennon and Pearl.”

[rcmington]

“Again?” Remi hadn’t ever interacted with this person before, though she definitely looked familiar. She could’ve taken a class with her, or even just passed her in the grocery store. She couldn’t really remember. It was kind of like seeing someone in a dream and then trying to make out their face the next morning. “Uh, are you going to steal anything? ‘Cause none of it’s mine, and Ronan will probably murder both of us if any of his shit goes missing. And he’s big and fuckin’ scary, so…” The female stepped up to the door and unlocked it, before opening it and stepping inside. “Come in, I guess.” 

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“Big and fuckin’ scary - right, got it,” Lennon repeated, following the girl inside with absolutely nothing to her - no keys, no bag, no phone, all of it locked inside her flat. “I promise I won’t take a thing. Not even a slice of bread,” she said, truthfully. She’d never been one for things, not for a long time. In fact, the last thing Lennon could remember wanting was a Barbie Tour Bus when she was six. “I’m just grateful for finally feeling the warm. Thank you. Remi, isn’t it?” she smiled warmly, “The lock guy is coming out tomorrow. You know, to break me in and give me a couple spare keys,” she shrugged, knowing it wouldn’t do any good - she had a mind like a sieve, “Nice place.”

[hashtagmoms-blog]

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[pearlwxnters]

An endless stream of books were piled up on Pearl’s peachy sheets. Spines were bent backwards and pages were scribbled all over in splashes of magenta highlight. After dedicating a fragment of her attention span to the text in front of her, Pearl tossed it at the opposite wall. “Studying is for losers,” she prompted, crossing her golden legs over where she was sat on the springy mattress. “Ask me any question in the entire universe and I’ll ace it without a blink.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“I wouldn’t even know what to ask,” Lennon confessed, with a big, huffy sigh. Although, she guessed that if Pearl really, truly wanted to study, Lennon wouldn’t have been the person she’d invited - she was easily distracted and not that bright. Not good study buddy traits. “I can handle plays. But books?” she shook her head like a sulky child, nudging the pile of books away with her toes, as if they were harming her just by being near her. “I don’t know how you do it. Let’s do something fun,” she suggested, rather vaguely.

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

hi everyone!!

i’ve been postponing this but i should probably do some kind of ooc introduction

i’m ally i play lennon and winston

i posted a starter on lennon yesterday which is here (it didn’t show up in the tag i don’t think - per usual thanks tumblr) and her bio is here

winston’s page is here! his bio will be up shortly - i’m writing it as we speak and as soon as i’m done i’ll post a starter on him!

happy happy happy to be here!

[jacob--hale-blog]

“Extensions don’t work that way,” Jacob tilted his head to the side slightly and mused over how far he could really make the other person beg. “I mean – I know that teacher, sure, but not well enough to convince them to give you a break.” A small chuckle left him and Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe less jell-o shots next time, hm?”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“Come on, sir," Lennon begged, hopelessly. She was part-way through her physical theatre essay when her flatmate convinced her to go out. And Lennon being Lennon, didn’t even think twice about closing her laptop, putting on her dancing shoes and forgetting all about it. “I’ll be honest - everything just got a little bit out of control. One hour turned into to and two turned into three and -- what can I say, I’m easily led,” she sighed, her eyebrows knitted together in her best please feel sorry for me face, “It’ll be done by the end of the day. I promise. Just talk to him.”

[kaydenstone-blog]

“Look – I honestly don’t know that much about computers.” Kayden chuckled and chewed his lip, never liking the feeling of letting someone down. “I could try though, but I don’t want to mess it up even more.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“It can’t get any worse. I dropped it and it just - I don’t even know,” Lennon shrugged, looking down at the lifeless piece of machinery in front of her before handing it over to the boy, “I owe you. I make fantastic cookies, if you’re interested.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

lennon flowers aesthetic // "rock’n’roll is a lifestyle. and a way of thinking. and it’s not about money and popularity. although, some money would be nice. but it’s a voice that says here i am - and fuck you if you can’t understand me.” 

[svlcm]

“You look like you might be drunker than me,” he said, chuckling softly. “I suppose we could use each other for support. Like those little metal balls that bounce off each other over and over again.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“I wouldn’t say drunker,” she commented, in an attempt to hopelessly defend the slight sway in her stance. Still, she had the defining Flowers gift - she could handle her drink. For the most part. “I’m perfectly capable of escorting you home, no need for your metal ball theory, as charming as it is. Up. You. Get.”

[margotelcdie]

She eyed the girl that stood at her doorway, shrugging a shoulder very slowly, trying to decide if it was a good idea to let her in. It was a peculiar request, maybe even a little suspicious, but she nodded her head anyway. “Yeah sure, whatever.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“You’re a life saver,” she breathed out, making room for the relief she suddenly felt, “The key guy is coming out tomorrow. Said he knows the drive to my house like the back of his hand now. I’m starting to think I should get one of those old people key pouches - you know, to put them in.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

Lennon had been sat on this doorstep for something close to an hour now, waiting for it’s occupant to return home. She’d started to lose all feeling in her bottom and it was safe to say it was significantly darker than when she’d arrived. When the familiar face finally turned the corner and made it’s way towards her, she stood up from her makeshift seat, her coat draped sloppily around her shoulders, with a slightly hopeless expression across her face, “I locked myself out of my place. Again.” she explained, “Can I sleep on your sofa?”

[rcmybcrke]

Why is it that when I go out to party every boy thinks he’s Gods gift to women? No, dude. I don’t want you grinding against me whilst I’m tryna have a good time with my girls. Take your pathetic dick somewhere else and leave me the hell alone.

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

Yeah. I don’t know what they think’s going to happen - as if one day someone will turn around and say, yes, let’s fuck - your grinding has been successful. Here’s to hoping one day we can go to a party in peace.

[xodayzie-blog]

So, the guy at Starbucks actually spelled my name right and I’m not sure whether to be pleased or concerned.

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

“Concerned. He’s definitely stalking you. Does your name have a particularly unusual spelling?”

[svlcm]

“I’m not going to lie, I’m fucking trashed,” Salem said, letting his head fall back against the brick wall next to the pub he’d just been booted from. “Walk me home and I’ll owe you one. Owe you three, even.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

Lennon wasn’t sure what made the man think she was any less intoxicated than she was, but, nevertheless, she reached her hand out to help him to his feet, “Consider me your guardian angel,” she lulled, with a slight, wobbly curtsy, “Up you get, stupid.”

[drvgonelle]

Swinging the bottle to her lips, Elena took a large gulp of it. The alcohol was warm down her throat, contrasting against the cold October breeze of that night. She was at all certain where she was, but someone told her there was a small bonfire gathering, and she got drug there. But she only knew one person, hence why shespend the evening curled in a blanket by the fire. Shiftingon her seat to find abetter position, she felt something in her pocket, and instantly remembered the photos she had put there to throw away as soon as she could. Green eyes staring at the dancing fire, she didn’t even look up at the other person that just arrived. “Let’s burn bad memories. I have something that needs to disappear before I get my brand new start.”

[lennonflowcrs-blog]

The bonfire had quickly grown boring to Lennon; the same people, the same shitty beer, the same no-substance conversations - over and over again. Not to mention the smell of smoke and beer that was starting to make her feel ever so slightly nauseous. So, a little drunk, she shrugged her fluffy coat onto her shoulders with plans to wander out into the surrounding, anonymous woodland in hopes of finding one of the nearby bus stops to shuttle her home. The blonde-haired girl didn’t get that far, however. She spotted a somewhat familiar face staring into the fire. Her words resonated with Lennon - her own sentimental days were long since over, “Burn them,” she agreed flatly, not bothering to ask for any context, “I think you should stand back a little bit, though. Unless you want to say goodbye to your eyebrows, as well.”

[itsmemeadows18]