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Tumblr RP 2012: He grabbed a carton of milk and drank it.
Tumblr RP 2014+: Slender digits might curve delicately——&& OPAQUE biodegradable material would find a long-lost home snugly ‘neath gangly sticks of bone and sinew. A cow’s utter hath provided CREAMY substance now floating on white clouds of honeydew in said CARTON—— and as butterfly petals part to receive the rich nectar, a feather-like sigh finds it’s way into the Autumn air.
“His favourite colour is blue. “Blue for Wednesday,” meaning Sheffield Wednesday.” (x)
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She smiled as he shouldered her lightly and teased her about watching him but she didn’t deny it. She had never been particularly good at lying, especially to James. One look at his puppy eyes and she caved- every time. That didn’t mean she had to admit it, though. The lingering looks while he studied or watching his reaction to her favorite part in a movie she was brave enough to share, comparing the way he looked at the girls he dated to the way she thought he looked at her. Everything about him was uniquely- him.
She wished it wasn’t so complicated and she pushed any further thought from her head before looking back at the movie and helping herself to more popcorn. She wished he didn’t have to go so he could stay and watch classic horror movies with. They read all the books and she wanted to share this experience with him but- she didn’t want to impede his love life like she constantly impeded her own.
Asking about sex wasn’t exactly- on her agenda. She thought about it, sure, what teenager didn’t? But she rarely thought about it involving anyone specific. She had crushes in school but none of those guys gave her the time of day and a lot of people with CF died in childhood so she didn’t exactly know how it’d work with her crappy lungs and she was genuinely curious. She’d ask Atticus but she knew that was weird and a bad idea so that left James. Her rock. Her confidant. Her solid number one. When he said he had, her eyes widened and she turned her full attention to him not even caring if her eyes showed how crushed she was by the news. “No way, seriously? And you didn’t tell me? With- With who? It’s cool if you- if you don’t wanna tell me I’m sure it’s private I just … wanna know why I haven’t heard about it.”
Truth be told, James had had dreams of where it was Bo sitting across from him in a fancy restaurant, both of them dressed nicely and not being able to stop talking to each other. Where he’d take her downtown and would take her to the art museums to show her his favorite pieces as if she didn’t already know them. He’d even kiss her goodnight.
Friends aren't supposed to think like that. That was why James pushed them down deep, never letting them slip out. He couldn’t do that to Bo, she’d probably think he’s a lunatic. He’d have to keep is secret to himself. He’d rather have Bo as a friend than to lose her forever.
It’s not like James wanted to hide the fact that he’s had sex, it was just something they’ve never talked about. He didn’t want to randomly bring it up out of the blue, that would be too awkward for him. Instead, he kept it to himself, sleeping with girls who he had only known for a few hours. It definitely wasn’t ideal for James, but at least it was something. “You never asked! Not sure if it’s a topic you casual bring up.” He said defensively. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Bo, he’d never lie to her. James began to jokingly count his fingers as if he was trying to figure out how many girls he’s been with. “Barbara Jenkins...And Anna Clarke.” Two girls who were known to be more than experienced. “It’s not even a big deal, it was gonna happen sooner than later right? Everybody does it.”
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The inner panic changed to a slight confusion and curiosity. Was there really a way to change her grades at the end of the year? As he stepped closer and reached for a strand of her hair, Ophelia’s red lips slightly parted as she took a sharp breath. Oh, she got what he was implying now. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she protested in a soft, shaky voice. She shyly looked up at the older male. Yes, he was handsome and there was a time she had crush on him, but having sex for a better grade was wrong.
Her body language was hesitant, yet Holden persisted. He had convinced himself that he was helping Ophelia, even if he was getting something out of it. “I really want to help you.” He said with sincerity in his voice. He could have just failed her, without even letting her know, but had gone out of his way to try to save her grade. He knew neither of them wanted to be swamped with papers. “I think we’ll both be happy in the end.” With that he placed a kiss on her lips, a hand caressing her cheek.
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She couldn’t even be mad at Josephine laughing when she was doing the same. “Yeah, I’m good.” Tia rubbed the spot she hit a little with her hand. It hadn’t been the most graceful of moves but at least she could laugh at herself. And there was no major damage. “Maybe not exactly like that but it worked, didn’t it?” She grinned and sat up. “And c’mon, you must need a break from studying by now. Blow off some stress for like an hour…”
Of course Josephine wasn’t laughing at Tia, she was laughing with her. She always knew how to get her to laugh without even trying. And Josephine knew she was right, the last thing she wanted to do was to go back to studying. “Is that so? Do you have any ideas on how to blow off said stress?” She asked, moving closer to Tia.
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Atticus had seen his sister like this only once before and she had quite literally died. She had been dead for three minutes before they got her heart going again and he couldn’t stop the heaviness in the pit of his stomach at the thought of having to see her die again. James hadn’t been around for that, in fact the first time Bo Radley met James was the month after she was brought back and he doubted she had mentioned it to him.
He listened to the soft voice James used to try and coax his sister out of her light coma. She was still there, just sleeping; a deep slumber that drowning had put her in. Like a fairytale princess she read so often she was waiting for the right spell to awaken her. Maybe hearing James’ voice would break this spell. Maybe all she needed was James to tell her he loved her and hold her like he was doing. He had to keep telling himself that his sister was stronger than anyone he had ever known and she wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. She wouldn’t leave them like this. Not like this.
Lowering his hand when James spoke to him, Atticus shrugged heavily. “They cleared her lungs she just- hasn’t started breathing on her own yet. They did everything the could, James,” he said softly looking between James and Bo Radley. She looked like death and it shattered something in the older male, drawing a shaky breath from him as he fought worried tears. “She’s- she’s gunna pull through we just… we have to keep talking to her,” he sat beside Bo Radley across from James and reached over to clasp a hand on his arm. “Just keep it up,” Atticus looked at Bo Radley and brushed her hair back. “Come on, Boo, open those pretty eyes. Smile, fuckin breathe.” Atticus wiped at his eyes and leaned back in his chair, watching his sister. “She’s gunna be okay, James,” he didn’t know who he was trying to convince. “Tell me about it, when you knew you loved my sister. I bet she’d like to hear that story, the moment you looked at her and- I don’t know- saw something else.”
James tried his best to begin to remember the great memories he had with Bo, some shared with Atticus. Times where they couldn’t keep a smile off their face. Nothing like how it is now. He couldn’t be negative, he needed to be positive for himself and more importantly, Bo.
His head was lowered, he was looking at his shoes. James didn’t know if he could take Bo looking like she was ready to be put into a casket. It’s too soon, they had so much more they needed to do together. This was almost like a wake up call, a very morbid one for James. He needed to realize that they might be time sensitive, every minute counted when he was with her.
“God.” He cleared his throat and brushed away the stray tears on his cheeks. “It was the summer before sophomore year of college, I didn’t register it at first. We weren’t doing much, just reading together. Wanted to feel the presence of someone else you know? She read a passage she liked, I couldn’t tell you what it was. She said it with so much passion and love that the only thing I could think about was how much I admired her, just like her with the passage. I wanted her to speak of me like that, loved. I knew that night before going to bed that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, reading and laughing until we were gray.” He couldn’t stop the tears then, a certain dread filled him inside. He just wanted to fulfill his wants.
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She couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips as James shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth. She couldn’t help but find it cute. Everything about him always made her smile and it had been that way for- ever really. Ever since they met at school after she had met his dad and he gave her a candy bar. She always liked James’s dad. She had always liked James. Not like that, mind you, just in the way that friends like each other. She was definitely not jealous. No.
James was pretty popular with the girls at school and why wouldn’t he be? He was smart and clever and- she guessed he was cute. In a messy devil-may-care sort of way. Maybe in the way that girls found Atticus cute. Sure her brother was handsome but he had this classic look about him, mostly dress slacks and suit jackets, nothing like the comfortable and easy look James often had about him.
“She only asked because you stare at her,” Bo Radley countered as she looked from the television to her friend. “Like every other guy in school,” she added absently before pursing her lips together. “Yeah well I hope you have protection, no telling what she’s contracted working her way through the male population of the junior and senior classes.” She munched on some popcorn and licked the butter from her lips as she looked at the movie playing then her brother. She peeked at James and in a hushed voice asked, “Have you- have you ever done it before?”
James kind of wished he didn’t have to go on this date. He would rather hang out with Bo, watching multiple movies in a row until they passed out. His favorite moments were with her, he always wanted Bo by his side. She was his best friend, and that worried some of the girls he talked too. They would get jealous since James usually put Bo first. How could he not?
He could feel a faint blush forming on his cheeks, she was right. “You’d only know that if you were the one staring at me.” He said, bumping his shoulder to hers in a playful way. The thought made his chest warm, knowing Bo would study him without even noticing. He’s done the same, trying to pick up every little feature Bo had. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. They were friends though, friends don’t date each other, that would ruin everything.
He laughed at her comment, it wasn’t far off. The girl James was going on with was known for having a new boyfriend right after breaking it off with an old one, which gave James a sense of relief. He wasn’t particularly great with commitment, he had to fully trust someone to have them in his life for very long.
Her comment caught him off guard a little bit. He and Bo hadn’t talked about it before, sex. “Uh, yeah I have” He kept his voice at a low whisper. “It’s pretty great.” He said with a sly smile on his face.
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really quick, can there be a legitimate sour exes plot? from both ends, not just the typical salty muse and the better off muse. they’re both equally torn up about the fact that they’re no longer together. so of course they’re going to do any and everything to get each other out of their minds. parties, drinking, hookups. then it takes a turn and becomes strategic, as it always does, postings on social media when they suspect the other to be on said app. one of them being home when the other is out and seeing this and being childish on social media sites as well due to jealousy and infuriation. both muses not acting their ages at all and pettily texting each other incredibly passive things about their recent endeavors. both knowing that they deeply care about each other, but they’re too stubborn to own up to the fact that they’re not meant to be. so instead of trying to fix it they keep going in an endless cycle of drunk texts, calls, belligerent and abrupt wake ups in the early morning with the other a their house angrily crying and the other calming them and then all the memories rush back and they leave and it’s the same shit but a different day.
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James had gone on plenty of dates before this one so Bo Radley wasn’t sure why she was so- unsettled? Well that was the first word that came to mind when she tried to identify the knots tying tighter and tighter in her belly. Definitely not jealous. No not jealous because best friends weren’t supposed to be jealous when their friends went on dates, she should have been excited for him. Not unsettled. Or whatever it was she was.
She plopped down next to James on the couch and offered him the bowl of freshly popped popcorn. Atticus sat in his usual spot sipping a beer and reading over the bills that came in the mail while the his sister readied herself for a long and lonesome night of old monster movies.
“Are you nervous?” she asked looking at her best friend. “Because I mean, if I were you I’d be nervous. Just a little bit I mean, it’s Jessica Strahm, the Jessica Strahm. She’s like-” she looked ahead at the television muttering, “a locomotive of sexual energy.”
Once James hit puberty, he couldn’t stop thinking about girls. Like most teenage boys, he was girl crazy. But because of his wits and confidence, James usually was able to get the girl rather than spend his high school days lusting over them. He was always trying to find someone who could make him feel whole, like he actually mattered to someone. He had definitely read one too many Jane Austen novels.
He took a hefty handful of the buttered popcorn, unsuccessfully trying to fit it all into his mouth. He shook his head at her question, he was rarely nervous before one of his dates. He had gone on enough to know that the girls were usually boring and self-centered. “Yeah, but she’s the one who asked me out remember? If she likes me enough to do that it should be smooth sailing.” He told her with popcorn still in my mouth. “Anyway, were just seeing a movie. After the movie though, I can’t keep any promises.” He gave Bo a playful wink.
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The walls are paper thin and every night I watch jeopardy and I guess you’re really smart because every night you shout out the correct answer and at this point I’m not sure there’s a question you can’t answer?
Every night, all Anastasia really wants is to lay down on her couch and watch something on TV whilst she relaxes and treats herself on a night of pamper. Every evening, the program Jeopardy! is always on and the familiar face and voice of Alex Trebek really soothes Anastasia after a long day of working. The game begins and the contestant who won the last show begins the game by picking the category. Trebek finally recites the question with the contestant barely even buzzing in to answer and her next door neighbor shouts out the answer. ❛ Are you fucking kidding me? ❜ She mutters and gets up from her seat, walking out of her apartment, and her fists banging against the door of her neighbor.
It was Josephine's guilty pleasure — spending the evening with a bowl of ice cream and Alex Trebek as her company. She didn’t know why she hadn’t auditioned for the show already, she knew she would do nothing but win. Too much pressure she would tell herself. With the tv on and rocky road in her lap the program started with no faults, Jo knew the answer before the contestants could even read the entire thing. Her neighbors probably thought she was crazy, hearing her shout out random pop culture and scientific phrases and names. Before they had even gotten to the daily double she heard loud thuds coming from her door. Getting up from her spot on the couch she made her way to the entrance, opening it to find her neighbor, not looking the happiest. “Anastasia, right? Do you watch Jeopardy? Great episode on tonight“ She said casually, caring the slightest for the real reason the blonde had actually come over.
