stronger than me

he said 'the respect i made you earn, thought you had so many levels to learn. i said 'if you don't know what love is, get a grip!' it sounds like you're reading from another tired script. i'm not gonna meet your mother anytime, i just wanna grip your body over mine. oh! please tell me why that's a crime.

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arabella-coleman:

arabella walked around the bathroom taking deep breaths and wiping her face on her cufflets. she was ready to just get up and leave the party she knew she shouldn’t had gone to in the first place. with a shaky sigh she decided to fuck it and walk out, not caring about her smudged make up or disheveled costume. “it’s all yours.” the small girl pushed out to the figure standing by the door.

marceline needed to get out of the large amounts of intoxication and people on the dance floor. she finally pushed her way out of the crowds of her fellow students and city people, ditching her overpriced drink on a random table before finally making it to the bathroom. she just needed a place to rest her mind for a moment, trying to ignore the fact her body was probably overheating in the flashy 80s clothes and body paint. marcie glanced up when the door opened, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of arabella, “are you okay?” she calls out, frowning at the girl.

[cherik]

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brielleburke:

“ what ? ” brow furrowed, her hand whipped out to snatch the polaroid. sure, she drank and curiously indulged in other things, but she never touched hard drugs ( scout’s honor ! ) . “ this is not me. i swear ! ” her voice was slightly shrill as she attempted to claim her innocence ; there were already enough rumors and stories about her, she didn’t need anymore. the brunette in the photo background did appear eerily like her.

marceline raised an eyebrow, watching brielle, “the nose isn’t right,” she points to the girl in the photo, “but i think you have an imposter in your group of summer friends.” she takes the clipboard from her, signing her name ( ‘MARCIE GIESE’ in quick, messy handwriting ). marceline glances down at the photo again, “maybe you should take that out of the pile.”

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clemxnte:

normally when doing their homework, maeve and marcie would keep to themselves, doing their work in silence, headphones in as they worked their way into the night. it had only been half an hour since maeve finished and in the time after she had showered and prepared herself for bed only to see her roommate frustrated and slaving away. “do you need help,” she asked, unsure if the brunette could hear her over her music.

marcie didn’t hear her at first, sighing before pausing her music and looking up, “shit, did you say something?” she frowned, pulling her headphones out, “sorry, this problem is... a pain in the fucking ass.” marcie pouts, “math is dumb as hell. i don’t even see why i need it.”

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ycsin:

ezra was seated further away, putting the final details on his sketch – or at least, he was trying to with the constantly rising sound of someone’s music. heaving an annoyed sigh, he elevated his voice enough for the person to hear. “you know some of us are trying to concentrate, right?”

marcie jumped, pulling a headphone out of her ear, “holy fuck,” she swore, the calculator hitting the floor as she looks up at ezra, “shit, sorry. i didn’t even notice.” she mumbles, starting to turn her music down as her eyes travelled over the sketch in front of him.

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ofmaxes:

max nodded, listening.’’i taught myself over the summer when i was younger.’’ he shrugged.’’that is a pretty good reason to teach yourself, to be able to play shitty pop punk music.’’ he chuckled.’’thanks.’’

marcie grinned, “i decided to finally give in after seeing a show in a shitty bar in downtown toronto,” she hums, “it was probably for a band i’m never going to see again, but at least it pushed me to do something productive.”

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the angry sound of PUP sounded from marceline’s headphones as she tapped her pencil against the desk. she had been trying to solve the math problem for 20 minutes, and she kept turning her music up everytime she struggled more (which could’ve been a factor in her not being able to get the problem). marcie swore under her breath, running a hand through her hair as she frowned and grabbed her calculator.

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ofmaxes:

‘‘i play almost anything, i just don’t that much classical as of late. but i normally stick to rock and pop genres..’‘ he said, stopping himself before he would start to ramble.

marcie smiled slightly, nodding as she listens, “i taught myself over the summer.” she hums, “wanted to play all that shitty pop punk i’m always listening to.” marcie laughs at her own joke, “it’s a pretty guitar, though.”

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ofmaxes:

A guitar hung loosely from the strap around his neck, his back pressed against the wall. He started to strum on it quietly, not paying attention to his surroundings. 

marceline stopped for a moment, pulling a headphone out of her ear as she glanced over at max, “what kind of stuff do you play?” she asks after a moment, holding her books to her chest.

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brielleburke:

“ before you ask, my summer was great! ” pink lips are pulled taut in a smile, plastic and upturned like her dainty nose. “i went to milan, hong kong, and paris. haiti wasn’t as glamorous, of course, but it was for a wellness project my mother’s heading. i met the most adorable children.” slim fingers retract a set of polaroids from her purse, holding them out as a peace offering of sorts. the old brielle was never the type to offer, she always pushed and shoved. “it was a wonderful experience. i’d suggest it to anyone. you know, to get us off our high horses and down to earth - as mother would say.” her smile seems slightly more genuine. “point is: would you like to join the new environmental club?” she gently taps against the clipboard.

marceline raised an eyebrow, taking the polaroids as she half listened to brielle’s story. it sure as hell beat her summer, which she spent back in toronto listening to shitty pop punk on the side of her pool. marcie glances up at the tap of the clipboard before holding up a polariod, “brielle, this is a picture of you snorting coke.”

[unitremover]

[horseman-bojack]

“Even when I was above ground, I wasn’t satisfied. Oh, my God. I’m the problem!”

[bergaramadejs]

insp.

[im-diamonds-youre-dust]