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addiemontgo‌:

Addison couldn’t help but chuckle at Hanna’s comment towards her greeting. “Should I just call you lady obnoxiously every time I see you now or should we keep it a surprise?” Happily taking the cup from Hanna she raised in thanks to the other before taking a sip with a sigh as the drink coursed through her body. The Montgomery was honestly proud of herself that she maintained self-control when it came to her coffee intake during her time here at Columbia. Waving an employee down for some cream and sugar, Addison adding the fixings to her coffee before giving her full attention to the other. “Oh come on, something has to be happening in this life of yours. How about Fright Night? Are you gonna go? I can help you find a costume! It was her senior year, so it was the last taste of a debauchery Halloween edition. “Coordinating holiday events for Zeta and the coding clubs. My final soccer season is almost over which is quite heartbreaking, but it’s the inevitable, right?”

“ surprise me, please, i don’t think it would have the same effect if i know it’s coming, ” hanna decided quickly, smirk tugging up the corners of her lips. then she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “ of course things are happening, just like– nothing, i don’t know, new– nothing crazy. ” she moved a hand as she spoke, placing emphasis on certain words. she didn’t want to say nothing worth mentioning because things in her life were worth mentioning, she just didn’t think addie would be especially interested to know about how pepito the mouse she and lucy were looking after was going, nor the fact that she’d accidentally booked herself into some sports game to avoid going to a party a few weekends away. she made another face and shook her head. “ god, no. are you joking? that’s my worst nightmare, ” she could almost gag at the thought. halloween had been fun when she was little, high school had ruined it and college hadn’t revived her love for the holiday either. “ i’m going to be at home, watching interview with a vampire, and going to bed by nine pm. maybe a glass of wine if i’m really feeling it. ” she said, outlining her evening. addie was able to convince her of quite a lot of things, but going to a halloween party might be beyond her reach. “ what are you going as? ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. addie )

addiemontgo‌:

“Hey lady!” Addie smiled as she closed her laptop as her friend sat down across from her at the table. The Montgomery always appreciated the company of the other. It allowed her to step away from the social responsibilities she had and do a better job at being present in the moment. “Wow, can I just say thank you for providing me with a distraction from this stupid paper I have to write,” she said shutting her laptop to give her full attention to the other. “How is your day going so far?” @ohhcnnas

hanna couldn’t help the expression of amused confusion that crossed her features as addie greeted her with hey lady. “ it’s so weird hearing the word lady, and not getting lectured or hit on immediately after, ” she said as she sat, acting like it was some life altering philosophical experience. “ refreshing. ” she decided a moment later, smile appearing easily on her features. she slid one of the two cups she’d brought with her over, head tipping a fraction to silently let addie know that it was for her. a coffee, she was fairly certain addie drank it. she seemed like a coffee girl. “ you are more than welcome, ” the brunette grinned, she hadn’t really intended to disrupt her work but if it was wanted then it wasn’t really so bad. “ oh, this and that, nothing crazy, ” she said, she always thought her own life was rather boring. at least in comparison to some of her follow columbians. “ what about you? sans stupid paper, of course. ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. addie )

lucyloxtonwatts‌:

Lucy waved her hand vaguely in Hanna’s direction, “Yeah, you have to anyway- my brain is only one hundred percent accurate, three percent of the time, unlike my confidence interval which is like- through the fucking roof at any given moment,” she confessed, “Like the other night this amazing group of weirdos from Bushwick made me do Fireball shots with them and cut to me ten minutes later, I totally I forgot what a Screwdriver was and made this guy a Tequila Sunrise, charged him fifteen dollars for it and when he kicked up a fuss, I chewed him out as if it was the most insulting thing I’d ever heard in my life- which is fucking was until I realized that I was completely wrong and acting like an absolute tit- he’d already paid and finished his drink by the time I came to that conclusion though,” she could have apologized when he returned to the bar later on in the night to order another round but she didn’t. She thought about Hanna’s question for a moment and then shook her head, “Nah,” she insisted, “We’ll put our lab coats on and wander down with all our gear and then muscle our way in if anybody has any objections- I’ve used one of the labs purely for the printer before, they’re not that busy- especially not at this time of year,” once again her confidence was escalating, though this time she had somewhat of a reason to believe she was correct…sort of.

“There’s no such thing as getting the message across- are you joking?” she laughed at the thought, “There is literally no formula for convincing straight dudes- especially straight college dudes- that a good dicking isn’t the solution to each and every one of your problems…especially that pesky lesbianism thing,” she spoke as if it was a body rash the would go away with the application of the appropriate ointment, rather than an inherent sexual preference. “You just haven’t met a guy like me, babe,” Lucy insisted in her best American bro voice, “One night with me will change your whole life,” she echoed, pretty sure she’d heard that verbatim at least once in her life, if not more. Gross.

another laugh passed easily through hanna’s lips as lucy rambled on about her confidence rate vs accuracy rate. she had experienced lucy’s unshakable confidence countless times in the short amount of time they’d known each other, and only seen that confidence be correct a handful of times. she could probably count those times on her fingers if she really thought on it. “ they made you? ” hanna repeated, completely skeptical of at least that part of her tale, “ yeah, i’m sure, ” she teased before she pressed her lips together again, listening in on the rest of the story. she laughed again at the tale, able to picture it very clearly in her mind. it sounded like many of lucy’s stories. “ i mean this in the nicest way possible, ” the brunette prefaced, about to say something completely not nice at all, “ but sometimes i really have no idea how you haven’t been fired. ” she said, an affectionate and amused tone to her voice. she might have added yet to the end of her statement but she managed to hold her tongue. “ yeah, ‘cause we’re just made of muscle, ” she noted with a soft snort, not that there was any beefy security standing between them and the labs but it was still an amusing image.

then hanna groaned, as she was reminded of the reality of dealing with straight men. especially the ones she shared a campus, and apparently a pet store with. for a moment that was all the response she could gather, though still amused she’d had her self questioned since she was a teenager, it was tiring to constantly be trying to prove it. “ god, i hate that you’re right, ” she said, small smile returning to her features. “ i think the only true solution is to just become a hermit. ” it wasn’t the first time hanna had brought that up as a solution to her problems and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. “ i’ll take the crippling loneliness and stir crazy psychosis over greasy college dudes telling me their dick will turn me straight. ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. lucy )

retrohcrror‌:

it wasn’t until cori had begun eating that she realized how hungry she’d been, getting through almost half the sandwich before she even realized. “i thought krampus was the one who throws kids in a sack and beats them with a stick,” she mumbled through a mouthful. “is that coming next? was the sandwich just to butter me up?” eyes narrowed at the woman, as if waiting for her to pull out a sack. showing her emotions had never been high up on cori’s to-do list, but she couldn’t completely mask her disappointment, especially after she’d put so much into setting it up. “i put up flyers everywhere i could think of to drum up attention,” she explained. “i mean, i didn’t talk to that many people directly, but you know how i am with public relations. i freak people out.” one way or another, cori would make this project work, but at the moment she just wanted to call it a day. “well hey,” she snorted. “that’s always good to hear.” although, in cori’s case, being laid off would be a blessing in disguise. attention drawn back to her film, she nodded, nibbling on her thumbnail as she stared at the screen. “yeah… the ending is still… meh…”

hanna sighed with false disappointment, as if she were so bummed that cori had figured out her plan. “ that was going to be the finale, i was building up to it. but now you know it’s coming so, ” she paused to lift her hands with an exaggerated shrug, “ the surprise is ruined. ” she finished, holding faux disappointment for a moment longer before smirk appeared on her features. she couldn’t help but feel for cori a little, even hanna had assumed in a city as attention seeking as new york city that finding some idiots for a short film would have been easy but it appeared it wasn’t that simple. she also related to the freaking people out thing, it’s just hanna had decided she wouldn’t care if she did. “ maybe you could put up something online? facebook marketplace or whatever, ” she suggested, “ columbia’s not known for it’s acting courses so anyone you’d find here would probably be shit anyway, ” she tacked on, trying to make her feel a little better with the drag of the university. she pressed her lips together again, watching cori’s body language for a second. she thought it was a little silly how nervous she seemed to be about it all, how self conscious. but hanna wasn’t a creative, not in any respect so she’d probably never really understand. “ can i read? ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. cori )

cthayers‌:

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 taller than camila , but the few inches were enough to make a difference , and she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief and a mumbled thank you as she agreed to grab the paperback from the shelf . “ journals , ” she replied softly , her voice already naturally quiet , but even more hushed in the library environment . camila’s gaze flickered to the book she’d left on the table , a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips . “ brontë family , ” she notes aloud , brow quirked up in a curious gaze , suddenly aware of her overwhelming feeling to impress the other , “ i used to read all about them as a kid . i was fascinated by emily , i wanted to be just like her . suppose that’s why i spent so much time in our backyard alone , rather than with my school mates . ” she admitted sheepishly , the words tumbling out faster than her head had time to tell her to shut up .

“ journals, ” hanna echoed, a small nod as her eyes went back to the top shelf and pulled the desired book from its place. though she had absolutely no proof the blonde was after the book for her own personal enjoyment or just had to use it for some paper, hanna was choosing to think it was the former. she preferred the journals to the letters too, though she rather liked them both. she held the book out, pressing lips together in small smile. silent approval, not that she believed anyone needed her approval, especially not nice plath fans in the library. her admittance earned a soft chuckle, the brunette could certainly relate. she’d always had more books than friends, probably more friends in books. “ i was the same, ” she confessed, “ except my girl was mary shelley, ” really it had been a combination of mary shelley and sylvia plath but idolising someone who stuck their head in an oven at age thirty wasn’t really something hanna felt would win the stranger over. “ i don’t even know how many times i’ve read frankenstien. ” she chuckled, a little bashful about the classic female novelist nerding out that was going on. but she liked it. she felt as though it was rare to find someone that enjoyed the classics and wasn’t a dick about it. “ hanna, by the way. ” she said, holding out her hand.

#( interactions. )#( ft. camila )

lucyloxtonwatts‌:

“Yeah of course- how do you think they test all of that stuff before marketing it for humans? Rats, pigs, chimpanzees- they all get dosed up before we do,” she reminded her roommate, though she knew it wasn’t a topic that Hanna was all that fond of. “We’ll have to go to the labs, yeah, the scale in the bathroom isn’t going to do it,” she added in jest, it was an obvious statement purely for entertainment. “Oh stop it,” she cooed affectionately, clearly enamored by the idea of Pepito in a tie, or any sort of costume really. “With a briefcase and a watch,” she added, envisioning it all with crystal clarity.

“I’d transcend,” she agreed, stretching her arms out either side of her with grace to emulate the wings Hanna had mentioned, “Before I started foaming at the mouth and seizing out on the floor,” she added with a chuckle, though it was a rather macabre image to be jovial about.

“Um yeah, I’ve met a man before and I have eyes,” she was pretty sure that was all that was necessary to conclude that yes, the guy had taken a liking to Hanna and had been shooting his shot all while Hanna rambled on about rabbit food or whatever. “I’m all for the idea of gay pride tattoos- if that actually counts as a pride tattoo- I should probably remind you that it doesn’t cost all that much to print your own t-shirt. It’s also less painful and compared to extensive face tats, it doesn’t have the added effect of making look like you’ve served five or more years in prison or attended a monster truck show unironically,” she noted, thinking that a t-shirt with the phrase would be more practical for future use, “-and I’m not sure your forehead’s big enough,” she pressed her palm against her own forehead and then against Hanna’s as a form of measurement, “Not big enough,” she decided, as if she’d used some form of genuine scientific methodology to establish the fact.

hanna pressed her lips together, pulling them to one side for a second before the muscles in her face relaxed again. lucy was correct in thinking that it wasn’t a topic hanna rather enjoyed, but she was also correct. “ i guess, yeah, ” she admitted, “ but i want to double check online first, just because they test things on animals doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re safe for them, ” she reminded, “ plus a million things could change between animal trials and what we’re buying off the shelves, ” she tacked on with a wave of her hands. when it had simply been some random knowledge lucy had, hanna had almost totally trusted it. now that the back up was medication is tested on animals, she wasn’t so on board any more. she nodded at the mention of needing to go to the labs, she had been thinking the very same thing. “ do you think we could come up with some project we need to work on, so we don’t have to wait until we have an actual lab to get some advil for pepito? ” she asked, off the top of her head they didn’t have a lab class for another day, that was at least another twenty four hours of no pain killers for the little mouse.

she chuckled again as lucy described what would likely be the outcome if they did actually whip up the hangover ‘cure’. a little morbid, but not totally out of hanna’s realm of humour. not a whole lot lucy joked about was, but maybe that had more to do with her closeness with the blonde. then cue an eye roll and another small sigh. she was flattered by lucy as well, but really was just as unavailable to her. “ but is a t-shirt really going to get the message across? i think i need to be extreme for them to really get it, ” she was joking. mostly. she’d spent a large portion of her post-sixteen year old life in gay pride shirts, or at least shirts that hinted at it, and she still dealt with a lot of men thinking she might be interested. another laugh when lucy held her hand to hanna’s forehead, assessing that the space wasn’t big enough for her dream tattoo. “ yeah, okay, but i could still just do gay, i think that would get the message across. ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. lucy )

lucyloxtonwatts‌:

Lucy nodded her head to confirm the fact, “I’m trying to remember the dosage ratio- it’s somewhere between thirty and forty milligrams per kilo- I’ll have to double-check, I have it written down somewhere from a treatment efficacy experiment. It’ll reduce any inflammation and help him get back on his feet,” she explained rather astutely before turning her attention back to Pepito briefly, “You’ll be up to old tricks in no time, back to the wife and kids, back to your mouse nine to five,” she liked to imagine that Pepito had a very complicated and enriched life outside of their apartment, one that he was eager to get back to once he had fully recovered.

“Gatorade, caffeine, Adderall, and ibuprofen all mixed up into one lovely cocktail straight into the vascular,” she suggested, her words followed by a graceful chef’s kiss, “I’ll be unstoppable,” she loved the idea of that, even though realistically speaking, it would probably kill her before it made her superhuman in any capacity. She laughed at Hanna’s anecdote about the guy in the pet store and raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m sure he was really interested in your rabbit troubles,” she mused, her words dripping with sarcasm, “Definitely wasn’t trying to bang you- totally not just working up the nerve to ask for your number- for sure didn’t want to just listen to you chat because he was picturing you popping your top off in the middle of Petopia,” she was infinitely entertained by Hanna’s take on the situation, finding it hard to believe that the employee had simply been doing his job. Nobody working for minimum wage gave that much of a shit, unless they thought they could score out of it. At least that’s how it worked for Lucy, for the most part.

“ is that true? ” its not that hanna didn’t believe lucy, she was even a little impressed by her roommate’s knowledge. she just wanted to be one thousand percent sure before they tried to give their mouse patient any. then another thought, “ how are we going to measure that much? ” or that little rather “ he’s so small, i don’t think he’s even a pound, ” she had some digital kitchen scales somewhere but she didn’t know if they could measure that little. maybe the labs had something they could use, something more precise. small smile spread on her lips as lucy cooed about the life she imagined pepito to have. “ with a little tie, ” she added, hand lifting to her neck as if she were fixing a tie on her own neck.

she chuckled again as the magical hangover cure was listed, or rather, magical death potion. “ you’d like, grow wings or something, ” she teased, “ at the very least you’d be literally bouncing off the walls, ” she grinned, pointing back and forth between this wall and that for a moment. brows furrowed for a second when lucy came back to her little tale with sarcasm, confused for a moment. then she put it together, or lucy was clear about what she was implying, whichever came first. “ no, don’t be stupid, he just– ” she trailed off as she thought back on the whole interaction. what she had perceived for very friendly and honestly over bearing customer service could have easily been something else. “ oh my god, do you think? ” hanna cringed at the thought, the thought that was seeming more and more like reality the more she thought on it “ you know what the worst part is? he has my number, i felt bad about lying about the whole rabbits thing so i let him sign me up for some membership with the store. ” she rubbed her temple, wondering if the membership had even been real. she was really questioning it all now. “ maybe i should get a tattoo on my forehead that’s like, hey, i am very really flattered but i am very really gay, ” she said, only partially joking as she ran her finger over her forehead imagining the placement of the words. “ or maybe just gay, just really big, ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. lucy )

lucyloxtonwatts‌:

Desperate to offer Pepito’s comfort in the form of affectionate cuddles but afraid that she might paw at him too eagerly and risk causing the little mouse further injury, Lucy had settled for lying flat on her bed with Pepito’s box on her stomach. She’d been intermittently chatting to the mouse, texting friends, scrolling social media and singing songs to the fuzzy critter about various odds and ends including the weather, the state of her unkempt laundry and the fact that she had a practice exam later in the week. As far as she knew, her singing was an excellent remedy for Pepito’s pain but Hanna was doing her part too, Lucy supposed.

“Look, Mummy’s home,” she chimed, speaking to the mouse and sitting up from what must have been a fairly unattractive position. She wasn’t sure how many chins she had generated by sitting in such a slumped manner but it was more than a few, she was confident. “And she’s brought you a load of presents, look,” she announced, lifting the box and turning it so that Pepito was facing Hanna directly, even if he had absolutely no interest in what Hanna had actually bought for him. She set the box down on the bed and scooted so that Hanna had more room for her presentation of purchases, “Fucking hell, you’ve been busy,” she felt a little bad for allowing Hanna to put in so much when she’d been nursing bread-belly after lunch and watching ‘rise and shine’ memes for much of her time after that.

Her lips parted to comment on Hanna’s explanation but the other girl interjected before Lucy could share her thoughts, “No- solid effort,” she countered as if she’d never planned on saying a single word against Hanna’s weird tactics. “Can I see?” she took a moment or two of silence to read the label on the bottle, “We could probably manage a small- really, small- small small dose of ibuprofen as well- do you think he’s in much pain? He’s been quiet this afternoon,” she reasoned. She smiled at the syringe, “We should keep that- you can use it to drip feed me Gatorade and Tylenol after the Halloween party,” she teased, though it wasn’t a terrible idea, in her opinion. “You’re so lucky, Peppy- you have a more glamorous life than I do,” she noted, she didn’t own a heated blanket, nor did anybody give a shit whether her calcium levels were shipshape or not. Lucky bastard. He was cute though, she had to admit.

“ salut, pepito, ” hanna greeted the mouse ( / rat ?? ) warmly when the box was angled towards her. then she returned to her collection of things. now that the items were out of her bag she observed all of them for a moment, before she leaned forward and organised them a little neater so they could see what each thing was. lactose and calcium supplement, which she handed to lucy with a “ mmhmm, ” when requested before resuming looking over everything. rabbit food, syringe, heat pad. not a bad little collection she thought.

she rested her hands on her hips for a moment before she wiggled past lucy so she could look at pepito, whispering a quiet “ hey buddy, ” as she leaned over him before her attention was drawn back to her blonde flatmate. “ can mice have ibuprofen? can any animal have it? ” she asked, thinking for a moment that maybe she had googled it. a second later she realised that thought was foolish and dug her phone from her pocket to google it herself. “ i mean, i think he’s doing better, ” she decided, looking away from screen to observe the mouse again. but she did still think he was in pain, yes. she was just going to keep it to herself until they knew if mice could have ibuprofen or any kind of human pain killer.

a soft snort escaped her at lucy comment, “ we’re gonna need a bigger syringe for that, ” she commented, “ probably like a whole i.v. thing, ” she said, gesturing up for a quick second to around the height an i.v. bag would sit. as if that would make the image clearer. “ me too, ” she noted, gaze returning to the beloved mouse. she wondered if he knew what they were doing to help him, the great lengths. “ that pet store guy asked so many questions, i swear, ” she said, waving her hand. “ whatever they’re paying him, he’s working for every penny. ”

#( interactions. )#( ft. lucy )

@lucyloxtonwatts

“ okay, so, ” hanna dropped her backpack down on lucy’s bed after inviting herself in and finally taking a breath sine she’d gotten back to campus. even though she carried her bike up and down the stairs every day, every day she forgot how much of a pain it was. but last time she’d left it out on the street she’d had to buy a new chain because the original had just been missing. she unzipped her backpack “ i went and got some supplies for pepito, ” she said, starting to pull her collection out. “ and i didn’t want to tell them we had a a mouse that we think has a broken leg so the pet store guy, ” one of the pet stores that they hadn’t visited recently enough to be remembered “ thinks we have two rabbits, one is very lethargic and the other just had babies, ” she looked to lucy and before she could be critiqued she added “ i panicked. ” she was well aware she could have just said they had mice instead of rabbits, but she’d really panicked. she held up a tin, “ this is a lactose and calcium supplement though, that should help, right? ” it was one of those moments she regretted not doing any sort of medicine. “ it’s a powder, we have to mix it in water and then, syringe feed it to him, ” she pulled out the little plastic syringe, the same sort of one parents used for giving toddlers medicine. “ or we can sprinkle it on his food if he’ll eat. ” rabbit food was also in her collection of things, she figured it would be similar enough to mouse and rat food. also in her collection was a microwaveable heat pad, she’d been afraid her wheatbag would smell good and pepito would eat it.

#( interactions. )#( ft. lucy )

retrohcrror‌:

it took more than an ounce of self control for cori to not break into a smile immediately once she saw hanna, seeing as warmth wasn’t usually her thing, but hanna was still a welcome sight. it wouldn’t help with her ongoing search for talent, but at least she could take her mind off the failure for some time. “it’s like christmas in october,” she finally grinned. “how did i get so lucky?” once the so-called gift was placed before her she wrinkled her nose, despite the fact that she’d definitely forgotten about lunch. and breakfast, for that matter. “great, a shitty sandwich… thanks, santa.” words of disapproval aside, she unwrapped the thing and took a hearty bite anyway. it really wasn’t all that bad. “that’s a big fat no, unfortunately,” she admitted. “just a lot of sitting her, dicking around with this script, hoping for someone to show. hopefully your day’s been more productive?”

hanna might have warned cori that the gift was nothing substantial but it was much more fun this way. corners of her lips pricking up as she complained but then dug into it regardless. “ i thought it was pretty good. you know, short of collecting rocks to put in your shoes like a true krampus, but pretty good. ” she mused. she couldn’t really remember if that was what krampus did, but close enough, right? she didn’t expect that cori would have the knowledge to prove her wrong either. arms crossed comfortably across her chest while she spoke, leaning against the back of a chair rather than sitting on it. “ maybe it just needs a little more time, ” she tried to be positive but honestly, she’d always sucked at that. she sighed, “ did you harass the theatre kids? or greek life? those idiots are always looking for a reason to be the centre of attention. ” she was sure cori had, but it was all she could think of. then she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “ a little, ” she mused, it hadn’t been really but in comparison. “ the meeting at work didn’t involve me being laid off so, ” she lifted a halfway enthusiastic fist “ whoo, ” her whoo wasn’t even halfway enthusiastic. it wouldn’t be a concern if she didn’t keep arguing with entitled teenagers, but god, some of them just deserved a smack. “ is this the serial killer script? ” she asked, tipping her head to the laptop in a quick motion.

#( interactions. )#( ft. cori )

retrohcrror‌:

✮ open starter

laptop open and propped on a folding card table she’d stolen borrowed from another room in the building, cori typed away at the newest edit of a screenplay, passing the time between auditions. so far a grand total of zero people had showed up, but the femme was confident the posters she’d plastered around campus advertising the event would attract at least a few people. it was unpaid work, yes, but it would be for the love of the art. almost too eagerly, her head snapped up at the sound of someone entering the room. “you sure you’re in the right place?” she joked, quirking a bushy brow. “choir practice is down the hall.”

knowing cori, hanna hadn’t exactly expected a warm welcome when she entered unannounced. since her hands were full with her tea in a keep cup in one hand and a plastic wrapped sandwich in the other, she hit the door shut behind her hip. or tried to, it didn’t close all the way, but hanna supposed maybe that was best seeing as there was no audition-ee currently in the room. she turned to face the younger girl with a grin. “ yeah, because i’m just known for my singing, ” she teased sarcastically, she then held up the sandwich, “ i come with gifts, ” she said, lowering it again before she walked across the room. “ gift. ” she corrected herself, as she put the sandwich down on the table “ ham and cheese, ” she said, her work had a little team meeting over lunch and hanna had managed to grab the one sandwich where the only thing she could eat was the bread. “ how’s it going in here? any takers? ” she asked, raising a quizzical brow as she lifted keep cup to her lips.

#( interactions. )#( ft. cori )

blackwoodhq‌:

‘ do you think magic is real ? i know this girl, she grew up with a voodoo lady and a snake in a bayou. some crazy shit. ’ atlas was in the courtyard, joint in one hand and guitar in the other. brown eyes sparkled as they took a slow drag making the point to exhale o’s with wild abandon. ‘ i used to think music was magic as a kid. ’

talk of voodoo and snakes and magic certainly wasn’t why hanna had wandered over, but she also wasn’t rude enough to interrupt. plus, she was kind of interested to see if it would go anywhere. she didn’t understand voodoo at all, she’d never even tried, but it was still intriguing. “ that’s cool, ” she says once it seems he’s finally done, halfway enthusiastic. she lets it sit for a moment before she goes into the actual reason she approached. “ you know you’re not allowed to smoke here, right? ” and she kind of doubted he had a prescription for whatever was in the papers but that was a whole other can of worms. “ you can’t smoke within thirty feet of any campus building. ” when she’d been on the student council she’d tried to push for the campus to be entirely non-smoking but– well, she wasn’t on the council anymore so that hadn’t happened.

#( interactions. )#( ft. atlas )

cthayers‌:

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

TIME : friday evening LOCATION : columbia library

𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 the nearby student on the shoulder , a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips as their gaze meant . “ excuse me , ” she said softy , “ would you help me out ? i can’t reach that book on the top shelf — just there . the sylvia plath one . ”

“ hmm? ” hanna hummed when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, eyes lifting from the book she’d been skimming. poems by the bronte sisters, they were no sylvia plath but she was a lesbian that liked to read, she’d read and reread the bell jar more times than she could count. she looked to where the blonde was pointing, though she probably wasn’t much younger than herself she couldn’t help but feel a little warm that a youth was getting into it. “ sure, ” she answered with small friendly smile, setting aside her own selection and flicking hair over her shoulder in one motion. when she reached up she had to pause, noticing two sylvia plath options. “ letters or journals? ” she asked, eyes flicking back to the girl.

#( interactions. )#( ft. camila )

gaywomen

Hannah Gadsby | Nanette

#( musings. )#if i could put all of nanette into hanna's muse tag i would ok

( benedetta gargari, female ) did you hear how HANNA RILEY is applying to columbia university as an ECOLOGY AND ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCES major ?! the 23 year old is living in the EAST CAMPUS. i heard that they got in because they are + BRAVE and + INDEPENDENT, but honestly i think SHE can be -RIGID and - SHORT TEMPERED. they’re a real STICK IN THE MUD. oh well, only time will tell if the SENIOR will make it til the end.

#columbia.intro #( about. )

lostcap

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

#( musings. )

eleonorasincanti-blog

@bennigargari : Grazie @hobi_wear per aver soddisfatto i nostri bisogni! Io (hobi)sogno di CALMA mentre @lulugargari ha bisogno di DORMIRE E voi?? 💪🏻

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