LIBBY LOU LOGAN

[libbylogan]

mac or harvey?

Harvey.

He's been like my brother since we were basically babies. He's the only person who can drag me out of the house without totally getting punched in the face. I don’t have to worry about him hurting me.

 No secrets, no pain - easy choice. We're family.

[libbylogan]

elaine or kitty

Kitty, like, isn't even here and I still pick Kitty. If you're going to be the worst person who walks the face of the Earth, you might as well be original. Like, how many times does Elaine get to regurgitate Loser Logan before I officially get to call her a hack? 

Plus she totally cheated on my best friend, so. Boo Elaine. Boo.

@elainefm

[libbylogan]

leo or your mom actually loving you?

How am I even supposed to answer that?

Wouldn't you rather have a parent that actually loved you - or even liked you - than a stand in who got stuck with you?

[libbylogan]

mac or leo?

I mean, like? Mac can barely look at me without getting sad, or angry, or whatever. And Leo basically spent the whole morning painting my jersey number on the back of his windshield for the game. So for right now...? Leo.

And don't tell Mac I said that. Please. He doesn’t need anymore reason to believe I’m totally trying to steal his life. 

@romxnticss

[astoldbyteller]

THIS OR THAT?

Hi, Fighting Cherries! It’s been a hot second, and I know you’re all being busy little bees at Homecoming tonight… but I figured we could play a little game to catch up! Welcome to THIS or THAT!  

Be sure to reblog this bulletin post if you feel like participating, and check out the cut if you need an example of how to play! Have fun - and as always, make sure you send out twice as many as you receive!

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[libbylogan]

WHO: libby and u  WHAT: she’s just being a freak as per usual  WHERE: the potluck <3

Libby wasn’t sure that she had ever felt this nervous, but with the threat of her very first football game looming on the horizon - go fighting cherries! - she thought she might totally lose it. Leo had beamed at her all morning; she was sure she didn’t deserve it, but she still soaked it in like it was Glenda offering her scraps at the table. Harvey had asked her ‘are you sure you wanna do this?’ so many times that having to reassure him felt more like the beginnings of talking herself out of getting on the field at all. 

Ugh. 

If Libby could have had her way, she would have skipped the potluck altogether. If the coach hadn’t made it mandatory, and if Leo hadn’t been so excited to take pictures of her in her Letterman jacket with the rest of the team, she would probably be hiding out in a quiet corner of the Ladies’ Locker Room. She would probably be repeating some mantra of ‘EAT THEM ALIVE, LIBBY LOGAN!!’ until she felt like she could. 

Instead she was biting out a sharp, breathless, “Can you move!” To the body that had so ungraciously backed into her, and fighting the feelings of claustrophobia that were closing in on her from all sides. At least she’d be fired up before the stupid game. 

“I’m trying to get out of this crowd before I freakin’ lose it, and you -” Libby was seeing so much red, she wasn’t even sure who she was barking at. Desperation  was scarlet, apparently. “Are so not helping the situation, so...” 

“If you wouldn’t mind?” 

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🎸

“So you haven’t been reading through my journals like a fucking People magazine, huh?” he thumbs through it himself, stopping when he reached a page turned over at the corner, “You weren’t saving your place so you could pick it back up later?” An exasperated laugh leaves his lips, loud enough to cover the trembling breath underneath it. Holding it in his hands is enough to bring the memories detailed in it come back to him, memories that were supposed to live on the page so they could stay the fuck out of his head. 

She wasn’t meant to see them, no one was ever meant to see them. Why hadn’t he burned them when he had the chance? 

And why exactly was she carrying it around campus? His eyes follow her path and land on the library, a sick feeling crawling up his stomach. His mind can only flash to the worst, copies being handed out like flyers to the rest of their friends. ‘Look how pathetic Mackenzie is everyone!’ He didn’t think Libby would do something that cruel to him, and then again he wasn’t sure he’d ever really known her at all. 

“You know what, Libby- taking my t-shirts and my bedroom are one thing, but you had no right to touch this. My feelings might be a fucking joke to you, but these are important to me.” 

“Who else has seen it?” 

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Libby could have kicked herself for dog-earring through Mac's journal - maybe she should now that the consequences of her actions looked so much like hurting him. Again. It was bad enough that she knew exactly the page that Mackenzie was referring to when he read over the same words she had been reading over the last few days... Probably even worse that she had all but memorized the passage over the last few days.

But reading Mac’s journals - his deepest, personal thoughts - had never really struck Libby as a form of entertainment. The first time she had opened one of the old notebooks was out of pure curiosity. Did people actually use these things? Did Mac actually spend time writing his thoughts out instead of just pretending they didn’t exist? It took little more than his precious, 10-year-old thoughts, though -  reflecting on Libby, and loneliness, and a thousand things she had never been able to put into words - to sway her into thumbing through every diary that she could find beneath Leo's roof. She knew it was a total freak move: she knew. Mac’s thoughts made her feel less alone, though, and that was enough... At least it had been before now.  “They’re not a joke to me, Mackenzie, they’re -” If it was months ago - February, maybe - Libby  might have said, ‘they’re everything to me.’  She might have told him that every word he had scripted over her, every thought and feeling, moved her so deeply to her core that she thought she felt like she mattered for once. But the look on his face, and the weight of leaving him that night crushed her like a bug on the sidewalk. She wished some giant foot might fall down from the sky and actually crush her - which god did she have to beg to make it happen?

She opened her mouth to speak, but how could she phrase her explanation without opening old wounds? Without defaulting to that Classic facade she had always used to try and win people to her side? She closed it again when Mac slashed a returning dagger across her chest: ‘who else has seen it?’ 

“Nobody else has seen them. It’s not like I’m passing it around at book club, I was just -” Libby’s words were watery, and she wondered where the bite was that had sharpened so many interactions over the last few months of summer. She wished she could find it now that her eyes were stinging; now that she felt so hollow. 

Did he really think that lowly of her? Did she really deserve anything more? 

“I was lonely, Mac, and I found them beneath my -” Stupid, stupid Libby - “Your mattress one night when I couldn’t sleep, and...” And it felt like it used to. Back when we still talked. 

“Are you going to tell Leo?”

 Fuck. 

Libby hadn’t even meant to sputter the thought, but it rang out between them faster than she could think. What would it mean if he did? Would both of the Walsh’s hate her forever? Could she handle that without completely breaking?

[libbylogan]

touristdisconnected​:

Maddie was naturally a little nosey, it wasn’t that she wanted to dig up the dirt on others or even mildly stir the soil for that matter, she just liked to feel as if she were a part of things. Since that was the case, it was rather fitting that Maddie was in charge of the ledger that contained everybody’s dorm assignments for the semester. She could see where everybody would be living, who they would be sharing their quarters with, with whom they would have neighboring walls and it was all very exciting to her.

As a recent transfer student, she didn’t know everybody on the ledger and it was a perfect opportunity for her to put faces to names and feel like she was contributing something to the CCU community in the process. More comforting than that, however, was to see the gang around the place, despite all that had happened as of late.

“Hey,” Maddie greeted, “Got your assignment yet? I won’t tell if you want to do a little swapsies, there’s still time,” more than half of the names in the ledger remained unmarked, which meant, in Maddie’s exclusive opinion that as the on-duty dorm assignment director, she also had the power to move things around for the right person…or the right price.

Libby hadn’t seen Maddie since they had cooped themselves up in a closet together at the Hargrove lake house, but that hadn’t totally been avoidance... Not of Maddie, at least. Since facing her inner demons so head on it hurt - seriously what happened that night? - LIbby had been ever so comfortably hidden away in her bedroom at the Walsh house, with only Mac’s journals and some old VHS tapes to keep her company. 

It had been lonely since then - maybe she was getting lonelier lately - and maybe that’s why she had went and found her former (???) BFF at the dorms. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t totally existential over the fact that Maddie had been forced to stay... Although she couldn’t help the, “You know - I told you so.” That fell from Libby’s lips in response to Maddie’s lighthearted greeting. 

Leave it to Elizabeth Lou to fuck up such a simple moment. 

“When I said I was surprised you were staying, and that I was worried about you,” Just walk away now, Libby. Walk away while you still can. “This is what I was talking about. Now you’re on Candy’s stupid list and as far as I can tell, there isn’t exactly a way off of it. Just torture, and games, and...” She trailed off. 

“So, like,” Libby had her eyes trained on Maddie for the duration of her speech, but at the last moment, she had to drag her gaze away. She could feel the dizzying threat of tears at the back of her sinuses, and the thick throttle of emotion settling it’s way into her throat; she could feel it all becoming too much, and god - leave it to Elizabeth Lou to fuck up such a simple moment! “Next time I say I’m worried about you, Madeline, can’t you just...  freakin’ listen to me? Please?” It’s like a glimpse at the ghost of Libby’s-Past: blink and you might miss it. 

[libbylogan]

romxnticss​:

who: closed starter for @libbylogan​ what: *max from sharkboy and lava girl vc* SHE RUINED MY DREAM JOURNAL! where: somewhere on campus idk you tell me

Everyone leaves. Everyone leaves. Everyone leaves. He can hear the words reverberating around his head with every beat of his heart, with every footstep hitting the sidewalk on his way through campus. He was taking Kitty and Frankie’s absences harder than he was willing to show, especially with the guilt of his then-impending breakup with Kitty weighing him down. It didn’t mean he cared about her less, it didn’t mean he didn’t want closure, it didn’t make the rejection of her leaving without so much as a goodbye sting any less. And Frankie? He always thought she’d at least offer to take him with her when she escaped Cherry. He thought he meant more to her than a shitty drum kit forgotten in Leo’s garage- just as beat up as he felt. 

He’s too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay much attention to his surroundings and soon enough he feels himself crashing against something, or rather somebody. Libby Logan. Just another person who had taken what they wanted from him and left. His romantic feelings are now directed elsewhere, they have been for some time now, but seeing her pinches his heart just the same. It reminds him of an empty bed and deafening silence, broken by the sound of all of her belongings spilling out of her backpack on impact. “Shit, sorry,” he reaches down to help her collect her things, but one in particular catches his eye. He knew that book, it was his. And it wasn’t any childhood relic that she’d claimed, but rather one of the many journals that he’d forgotten were stuffed in various places in his old bedroom. It looks dog-eared and well read, two qualities that he hadn’t remembered it possessing the last time he’d looked at it. Probably sometime in the middle of high school. 

The contents are what he remembers the best, feelings that he couldn’t seem to fit into songs pouring from him onto the pages. Questions that would always be left unanswered. Like why his mom had left, why his dad had never tried to find him, why Leo was wasting his life on some broken kid who didn’t belong. A (thankfully PG rated) description of his only romantic encounter with Lux, and the confusing feelings that followed soon after. And, of course, pages and pages about Libby herself, ranging from silly anecdotes to pining thoughts, wondering why he couldn’t seem to get her to just… see him. 

It’s embarrassment that fills him first, evident in the blood that had rushed to his face, frantic fingers scooping the book up before Libby could even try to deny it. The pages flip open and his own handwriting stares up at him. ‘Why does everyone always leave?’ A question he wasn’t sure he’d ever find the answer to. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, right?” 

When Libby had started peeking through Mac’s journals, she had kind of always thought of this as being a possibility one day. That’s kind of what happened when you were one of those kids who just, like, always prepared for the worst, you know? Glenda Logan took some ounce of talent to successfully lie to; being Sabrina’s sister required learning how to sneak around. Sonny had taught her a thing or two about thievery ( for good! she swears! ) back before he ran far, far away... But now that she was face to face with Mackenzie Walsh, journal in hand with Libby’s bright red prints all over the evidence, she found herself at a loss for excuse or explanation. 

If she were home, she’d blame it on the fact that she very much lived in his old bedroom: ‘It’s not like I was reading it! I was just moving things around - I swear!’ If she were home, she’d at least have Leo to cushion the blow... Even if he’d be totally disappointed in her (God, note to self: prepare for the crushing weight of that conversation when Mac inevitably spills the tails of her indiscretion to his uncle!) But here and now, on the CCU campus? Elizabeth Lou was very firmly on her own, staring down the flushing pink cheeks of the boy she had probably hurt most in the world, and - 

“I -” That’s all she could think to say as her hands reached out for the journal, as if she had any right to try and grab it back from him.  “It’s -” 

“It’s not what it looks like.”

And it wasn’t - not really! At least that’s the story Libby was going to be sticking to. It’s not like it was some morbid form of entertainment: it’s not like she was some narcissist, desperate to see her name written down in his handwriting... Even if she did miss the way that he sung her name.  But it’s not like Mac was really going to believe the truth either - if he even understood it. If Libby even deserved that. 

“I swear it’s not.” 

[libbylogan]

@caseyfm​

For the first couple days after the lake house fiasco, Libby had hidden, unmoving, beneath the covers of her bed at the Walsh house. It didn’t matter how many times Leo came knocking at the door to check on her, or how Harvey was ringing the line off of the hook; it didn’t matter that she had work, or obligations. Tripping through the many dimensions Third Eye had taken her through was exhausting... thinking over everything she had done wrong for those highly-introspective eight hours was enough to make her want to hide for a century! Maybe longer!  Guilt - and annoyance with none other than the Hargrove prince, himself - finally dragged Libby out of her bed, though. The fact that calling the Russell residence was getting her absolutely nowhere got her out the door. 

Now, she was traipsing her way into aforementioned Russell Residence with nothing more than a quick knock to warn them of her sudden presence in their halls. 

“Is it true that I sucker punched you?” Of course it was true. Libby could remember the feeling of her fist connecting, and her hand was more sore than it should be...  exacerbated leftover ache from when it was broken last summer. She needed something to say as she popped! into Casey’s bedroom, though, and as she settled her way into his personal space. Playing dumb had always gotten her everywhere before. 

“Didn’t really believe the rumors, so I figured I’d come straight to the source..."

“Always thought you’d be better in a fight with a girl half your size, but... I guess I learned from the best.” Harvey and Casey had always been rowdy with each other, after all! They’d taught her how to throw a punch so long ago, it was like second nature now... yikes. 

She wanted to ask if he was okay - she fought herself to just do it as she watched him, waiting for his response. 

She didn’t. 

[libbylogan]

@tedlewis​

Libby had always taken a liking to coasting through the streets of Cherry on her skateboard. She liked to feel the wind in her hair, and the cracks of the sidewalk clicking beneath her wheels... She liked getting where she wanted to go fast, and with intention! In the haze of her anger at Harvey Hargrove the Third, though, Libby Logan had foregone her wheels in favor of stomping down the streets just as loudly as she could.

Was it fast? No. But she wanted time to stew. 

Did she have intention? Of course! Nothing could stop her! 

...Nothing, but the sight of a strange man poking around in the garage of Harvey’s former neighbor - and famed Dead Girl - Lux Lewis. In the era of Candy, though, long-live-major-distractions! 

“Um, who the hell are you?” The words escaped Libby faster than she could think. She crossed her arms over her chest, and her chest in turn swelled with enough anxiety to consider turning right back around. Should she even be asking questions at this point? With so much to hide? 

 Get involved, why? Why, Libby, why? 

“Because I don’t think the Lewis’s would be happy to know some guy was poking around in their garage? And it’s certainly not making you look super innocent on the whole, ‘Who is Candy?’ suspect list!” 

[libbylogan]

how are you feeling about isaac maddox still being alive?

I'm feeling like Kitty Maddox has always been lying little goblin dressed up in cute skirts, and too much lip smackers? 

And it totally makes me wonder what the hell else she's faking. I just know the next time she calls me a  psycho, I’ll have the perfect thing to throw right back into her face? Who the hell else would pretend their Dad was dead just to get people to pay their bills for them?  

[libbylogan]

if you had to choose one of your friends' secrets to be revealed next - who would it be and why?

I wouldn't call her a friend, but I certainly would like to know whatever it is Elaine is hiding. If she acts the way she does just, like, of her own volition, then what secret could she possibly have that's worthy enough to have the Candy Girl holding it over her head?

Knowing my own? It can't be good.

[astoldbyteller]

LIKE, HONESTLY?

Things have been, like, way too quiet around these streets, right? Well! In celebration of the new bombs we totes just dropped… how about a little honesty in return? Honesty Hour starting now! 

As always, make sure to give just as many as you receive, and keep it relatively civil! Can’t wait to see what you all stir up. Ciao for now! 

[libbylogan]

@romxnticss​

Maybe Libby should have learned her lesson by now: stop wearing Mackenzie Walsh's old T-shirts to Gang functions! It’s freakin’ awkward! But in a world where her wardrobe went from hordes of pretty little doll clothes to the dregs of Mackenzie Walsh's peak Middle School fashion, and Maddie Wilson's hand-offs? It's not like she had very many options... And it's not like she could exactly afford to live in a reality where she wasn't picking her battles with Mac on the day to day.

It was, like, the worst timing possible. Hot, empty kitchen - Libby pulled her sweatshirt over her head - and like a sick joke, there was Mackenzie Walsh with his eyes narrowed in her direction, just when she was free from the sweaty embrace of fleece. She could see the Ninja Turtles all registering in his eyeline, one by one. She could hear the words forming on his lips before he even -

"Look, Rockstar, before you freak out," Libby could have kicked herself for how easily the name fell off of her tongue. Why did it feel so foreign now? "Can you just not? Weekend away, everyone's friends are here... et cetera."

Libby sighed. "You can scream at me about stealing old clothes you don't even wear anymore back when we're in the Proper. I just, like - being here is bad enough without you insisting on taking the literal clothes on my back.”

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caseyfm​:

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥 @libbylogan​​ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧: what is a trip to the lake house without a moody first meeting since the drive-in in the woods i ask   𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: the redwoods! 

He feels as if he’s been beaten about three times over and actually, he’d take the feeling of fists against his flesh to this ache. Maybe he can disregard the warnings on the hiking guides and actually get lost in the trees and never have to return to Cherry - one can only dream. Not that he’s even deep into the tree-line, he’s pretty sure he’s been walking in circles tapping out the bass line to ‘Calm like a Bomb’ on his thigh for the past forty minutes or so. Anything to distract from the way he feels he wants to put his fist through one of the trees. “Jesus fucking Christ, Logan,” he snaps, almost jumping out of his skin as he catches sight of Libby and almost just as quickly rips his headphones off. There should be an unspoken rule about being in the woods at the same time as someone else. Jason Voorhees and all. Of course, it’s not her fault for… being there but everything seems to just be pissing him off today. “If you’re gonna, like, critique me again can I maybe suggest a different time?” 

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Libby flinched at the harsh tone of his voice, and she tried to pretend like the sound hadn't wedged anxiety beneath her skin like spacers - nothing could wipe the little grimace off of the surface of her expression, though. It's not like she meant to run into him: not like she had been planning on seeing much of anyone in the middle of the Redwoods - weren't they all at the stupid lake? But there she was, face-to-face with Casey Russell, and along with her plummeting calm went her patience too.

"Calm down, alright? I wasn't - " Libby huffed. Casey didn't seem okay, and the hesitation it hammered into her chest was almost unbearable. Shouldn't she ask what was wrong? Hadn't that been their arrangement when they were both so unceremoniously abandoned by everybody?

"I wasn't even looking for you. Just trying to find someplace to hide in these woods that wasn't crawling with drama, or Harvey Hargrove, so... one of two isn't bad, I guess."

“...Why are you moping in the woods?” 

[libbylogan]

@zahrajackson​

“Can we, like, take a break? It's bad enough that I'm stuck at this stupid lake all weekend - fighting with bugs for my personal space on top of that is basically an 'absolutely not,' from me.” Flies? Mosquitos? Spiders? Oh my.

Libby pouted as she stomped through the brush of the redwood. Her skin felt like it was crawling as she swatted in all directions, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up here. Not only at the Lake House - damn Harvey Hargrove, and his constant need to take her wherever he went lately - but in the freakin’ woods? Ugh.

Hiking had never been her idea of a good time, even despite her athleticism. She could recall years of Harvey’s begging to go out on the Hargrove trail - Glenda’s insistence that she, ‘get some exercise!,' before shoving her  so unceremoniously out of the door. Hiking never really felt like exercise, though... It never gave her the high that swimming, or boarding gave her. In fact, she would probably call it something more like long-winded torture! Elevation, and exposure for the sake of views that Libby had only ever pretended to give a damn about? Again. Ugh.

...Still, when Zahra marched up on Libby (the blonde was focused on one of the books she had stolen from Harvey’s bookshelf) and told her they were going outside - hadn’t asked! Told! - Libby rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight it. What else was she supposed to do? Hole up in the den, and watch movies all day?

“Are you keeping a countdown until we get to go home, or what? I'm pretty sure if I ask Harvey for an ETA one more time he'll, like, actually try to kill me.” Libby’s ponytail swished as she found perch on the stump of a redwood.

"But maybe it's worth it. Death vs... whatever this weekend is supposed to be? Just hit me over the head with a rock."