𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 / 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

lydia rosemary montgomery. 21. communications student.

[rosemaryfm]

@zekevand: @ChuckECheese you're SICK

@ChuckECheese: @zekevand come down over for a 20% off bogo pizza deal 😼😻 fathers only

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@zekevand: forgot i was a dad and thought people's 'happy father's day' texts to me were just really sinister jokes

@ChuckECheese: @zekevand dada? 🤰

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tiagcmontes​:

things had gone according to plan for the most part of the trip, and tiago was quite proud of that, pretty sure it showed some intense self-restraint on his part. sure, they’d gone off the rails that one last day, but he wasn’t made of stone and above all things he was always ready to be forgiving with himself, especially when it involved giving in to girls that invaded his mind like lydia had, for reasons he couldn’t quite comprehend just yet. “brought your order, miss, exactly as requested,” he said as soon as she opened her door, coffees in one hand, a bag with snacks in the other. “were you busy? i can come by later if you just want me to drop the coffee and go, wouldn’t dare interrupt your morning routines.” @rosemaryfm​

her routine had taken a sharp, midge maisel turn once tiago had brought up coffee - hair unfurled and curled, makeup natural - as if it’d barely been there, though she’d gone through a twenty-eight step process just in preparation for his arrival. “oh - no, not at all, never for you. i was just lounging,” she'd gone through twenty different night slips just to pull a robe over it, a book intentionally opened and facing downwards on her nightstand table - one hand further wrapped the robe around herself, and the other took the coffees from him, kiss pressed to his cheek, “come in - come in. sorry if it’s terrible messy, i haven’t had time to clean.” even the mess itself had been planned, almost - everything in a certain place.

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teddylawrence​:

“Hey, Lydia!” Recognizing the younger Montgomery sibling exiting onto the porch, Teddy’s voice was momentarily drowned out from the party music blaring inside until the door was shut behind her, “Hey, c’mere - you got a light I can borrow?” he asked, plucking out the cigarette he had tucked behind his ear, “Thought you were someone else for a second. There’s another girl inside with the same shirt on, but you look better, Scout’s Honour. She kinda looked like… like a box, a bit. Not to sound like a barbarian, but I’m not gonna, like, lie.” @rosemaryfm​

“Hey you!” Name a blank in her mind - not even on the tip of her tongue, Lydia gave a playful pat to his chest - a pat or a push, either or - as she spun to face him. She knew that he’d been friends with her brother - but that’d been the extent ( her focus laid primarily on Elias and Gunner, it seemed; and the notion of family ) of her knowledge; even if Caleb had spoken about Teddy - in one ear, out the next. The only one she’d been familiar with had been Jude - and she hadn’t been happy about that, either, subtle shutter and grimace at the very thought. “Oh - absolutely, one moment,” She produced the lighter from her bra - it was lavender, and had an Aubrey Hepburn quote written on it in a white paint pen. “Oh my god - really? That’s so embarrassing for her, really. Here - trade for trade? I forgot my cigarettes at home - I’m practically suffering. So very tragic.”

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imessage ↬ open

lana: tiago is a super gd candidate he's sexy n tall he's literally a 9.5/10 on the dick sisters scale like... tht's almost of mythic proportions? there's only a few 10's 👑🍆💦

lana: HATRED??????????????????????????? i doubt dom hates u it doesn't rly feel like he knos hw to hate anything

lana: bt again, sexy candidate, fully on board

lana: nothing jst wnted to see wht ur reaction ws to me knowing u gossiped abt me 🐸🍸 it ws delicious ugh the speech bubble the anguish the SUSPENSE!!!!!! ❤️ live laugh love ❤️

lana: anyways have u heard frm lena since wine-ageddon? she literally hsnt returned my calls i'm starting 2 think she took it personally 💔

lydia: who are the 10s?

lydia: his eyes r so cold and beady on mine lana u wldnt understand

lydia: he looks at u so differently its a bit disgusting

lydia: [...]

lydia: not that ur disgusting

lydia: ur super sexy

lydia: [...]

lydia: OH im not concerned

lydia: no but i dont know if the school knows shes gone?

lydia: one woman in a two person dorm

lydia: i mean

lydia: i miss her 3

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knoxgina​:

as much as she enjoyed trips and going away from campus every now and then, it was always hard for gina to leave brain behind. there was always someone boring enough who chose to stay behind and could look after him, but she missed her dog dearly, and coming home to him was always somehow better than the trip. after an excessively emotional reunion, she’d taken him for a walk, and he was acting like he hadn’t seen the sun in years, though gina knew for a fact that he’d been taken on walks while she was gone. it was endearing, since he kept leaping at everything, but also slightly inconvenient because he also barked at anyone that came close to them like they might take gina away from him. “i’m sorry about him, he’s not usually like this,” she said after he started barking at someone passing by the bench they were currently sitting at, trying to get brain to get on her lap. “promise he doesn’t bite, he’s very gentle and a bit dumb, would probably not even know how to go around biting someone — he’s just overexcited to see people around again, it’s a friendly bark.” @radopens​

living in a shitty, cramped apartment complex for the vast majority of her life - from the ages of six to nine, lydia had been sure that chihuahuas weren’t real dogs. just imaginary - for entertainment purposes, like beverly hills chihuahua, or legally blonde - in the same way that she hadn’t been sure whether dodo birds or lemurs existed, either. that being said - there’d been nothing short of a shriek when she heard the loudest bark coming from the tiniest dog, out of nowhere, “oh my - god - he’s so - he’s so, tiny,” hand on chest - like she’d been coming down from the fright, lydia just shook her head. “it’s - are you sure, that he doesn’t bite? aren’t they called ankle biters for a reason? oh - oh, he’s not too terrible,” she kept her distance as she bent over to get a closer look, “his head looks like the size of a softball. it’s almost endearing. what’s his name?”

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lana: to b completely candid w u lydia i already own those n iv bitten leo w them before jst to see wht it'd feel like n it didn't measure up 2 the fantasy like i didn't glue one on properly n it fell off n it so wsnt sexy... i mean i mde it work bt it required a lot of improv

lana: why where are u are u wandering the forest????? wtf

lana: mayb dnt TRY to get hypothermia bt i mean it cld b worth it depends on who's carrying u there. who wld b ur top pick???? viktor carried me up some steps once n it ws pretty hot 💦📝👀

lana: ugh i kno i'm Lit Rally a scholar sometimes

lana: [...]

lana: heard abt ur hot goss the other day

lydia: oh the cruelty of lies

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lydia: i mean? hopefully tiago?

lydia: i have very high prospects or whatever in regards to him

lydia: he's very dreamy, right?

lydia: i'd say dom but i can practically feel the hatred radiating off of him it hurts so fucking bad

lydia: [...]

lydia: what about it?

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gunner: i do too now

gunner: [...]

gunner: laundromat's are kinda fun :/

gunner: [...]

gunner: if it's that big of an emergency i'll come walk u home

lydia: thats because elias probably put you in the washer and set it on high when you were kids

lydia: it's like, learned, to enjoy them

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lydia: OMG WOULD YOU REALLY...

lydia: short king 😍

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( @bevflanagan​ )

“I told this girl in my business class that her skirt was hideous yesterday and she started sobbing,” Lydia began the conversation as if that’d been a normal thing - a shrug of her shoulders as she poured themselves another glass of wine each. “And - hear me out - it was so hideous, and it’s not high school anymore, nobody should be crying over a skirt - right? I mean, I didn’t even say it like that - I was more like, I mean - what I actually said isn’t important, really. She called me a Regina George, though - which is so - inaccurate, firstly. I consider myself to be a Cher more than anything else. Right? I’m a Cher - not a Regina George?”

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liighter​:

          “  tell anyone you saw me here and i’ll  kill  you.  ”  voice was rough, laced with alcohol.  (  wasn’t it always  ?  )  obviously, he was kidding  !  sage knew he couldn’t expect rumors not to swirl when he went around passing out in public. this time he was in front of a pub, unfamiliar to him but made a home of nonetheless.  “  i’m just fucking with you. come sit.  ”  he scooted over to make room for the other on the bench that he’d claimed as a bed.  “  welcome to my office.  ”

“i’d like to see you try,” her eyes hadn’t been on him, not yet, instead trailing up to the front of the pub, nose wrinkling as she read the name, “the taffy puller - “ there’d been a noticeable grimace, “ - so very fetch. do you do this often?” she gestured towards the bench - despite sitting down, afterwards, and despite being there herself in the first place, "i like the view from your office,” lydia crossed her legs, cast a glance to the street besides the pub - it’d been the closest thing to a view, “so very spacious, too. what services do you provide? do you have a certification, or whatever?”

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marlowe: can you really put a price on art lydia?

marlowe: ok wait wrong question

marlowe: [...]

marlowe: i know you can put a price on art but can you put a value on artistic expression? whats more important: a chanel skirt OR supporting the endeavors of a young visionary (such as myself) striving to bring meaning and beauty to the world?

marlowe: the best i can do is leave with u with an IOU for when the piece inevitably sells for millions. thats a good deal! thats long-term investment!

lydia: marlowe isnt ur art like

lydia: literal trash heaps?

lydia: i'm sry im not like a fan of modern art :/

lydia: [...]

lydia: HOWEVER

lydia: if it DOES sell for millions? wld i get a cut bc it is my skirt?

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imessage ↬ lydia

delilah: [...]

delilah: it's here! there are also five other pink skirts.

lydia: OMG

lydia: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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imessage ↬ lydia✨

daisy: i kno i amaze myself

daisy: ew ive never heard a live band in this campus that didnt make me wish i was deaf

daisy: hope u kno im only gonna go subject myself to their awful music for u

daisy: [...]

daisy: i can see how it was ur skirt that got the stain sounds like a person who could barely reach ur knees

daisy: ill kill them with my bare hands in that case

lydia: IKR ???

lydia: theyre always SO loud and their audio is like SO shit

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lydia: omg thats so romantic of you daisy ???

lydia: [...]

lydia: i KNOW

lydia: 🥰🥰

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imessage ↬ lydia

delilah: hm, i think so? not sure if they're here or at home but i have some in coral and dusty pink.

delilah: one of them is chanel.

lydia: OMG

lydia: [...]

lydia: i am On my way!

lydia: please say you have it here

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gunner: thanks

gunner: what joke

gunner: i thought the laundromat was help????

gunner: whats the issue here

lydia: the laundromat is like probably what hell looks like

lydia: god

lydia: [...]

lydia: i think i have a headache gunner please

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imessage ↬ lydia✨

daisy: im pretty sure you can bleach anything dw ill google it n make sure

daisy: [...]

daisy: which party are u at

daisy: how tall was the culprit

daisy: im not backing out i jst need to kno which weapons to bring

lydia: you are an angel i swear

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lydia: gorham its SO intense they have a shitty live band

lydia: he was ridiculously short i think he was like the shortest man i've ever seen even shorter than gunner like ... 5'3" maybe ??

lydia: pure evil

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imessage ↬ lydia

delilah: whichever you'd like, really – i have quite a few.

lydia: i love shopping in your closet even though everything is so lifeless and limp

lydia: [...]

lydia: in contrast to your very lovely personality

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lydia: do you have anything in pink?