𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚

[sagetm]

📱 sage💕

levi: haha dont be so sensible ur too sexy

levi: im good

levi: sad bc i dont have a switch

levi: [...]

levi: wld u mind not subtweeting blake hes going through it clearly :/

levi: i appreciate the sentiment tho

sage: how much is a switch anyway?

sage: [...]

sage: going through what?

sage: blue balling himself too hard on twitter? he can fuck his boyfriend, teddy, for relief

[sagetm]

ezramercvr‌:

“That took you a thousand fucking years. Did you give birth before coming over?” Already complaining, Mercy’s eyes raked over Sage until they landed on what he’d wanted - grabbing the container of cupcakes from her hand, he walked back into his dorm, expectantly waiting for her to follow, “What flavour are they? If it’s vanilla it’s on sight, Sage, seriously.” @sagetm​

“oh, yeah. forgot to tell you, but i was pregnant with your satan baby. ‘cause it was satan, though, it came out in like four hours instead of the usual nine months,” sage deadpanned, expression only breaking to roll her eyes as he grabbed the box from her. “they’re assorted. i already ate all the vanilla because, unlike you, i’m an intellectual. there’s devil’s cake, no pun intended, and carrot cake in there. i think.” following suit, she slipped her shoes off, before moving on ahead to seat herself on the edge of his bed. “also, i poisoned one.”

[sagetm]

📱 sage💕

levi: sage wtf

levi: do u not want me to have a sugar daddy :(

levi: i could buy things for you too...

sage: any man concerned that much about money is a horrible catch

sage: he won't spoil u, he'll count every single penny in order to "save"

sage: tell him to shove a $100 bill up his ass

sage: but when u do find a sugar daddy, absolutely buy me things

sage: how are u??

[sagetm]

@sageharris: once a cheater always a cheater

[sagetm]

leviprk‌:

sometimes walking into gorham felt a bit like playing minesweeper, but levi knew that was entirely on him for being a coward and just kind of wanting to avoid awkward situations rather than deal with them. still, it was a risk he was willing to take in order to see sage, at least this time. knocking on her door as he glanced around, he leaned against the doorframe while waiting for her to open up. “i have food, if that will motivate you to come get the door,” he announced, hoping she wasn’t asleep. @sagetm​

sage had let the first couple knocks pass, not wanting to force herself out of bed. at the sound of levi’s voice, though, she pushed through her exhaustion, dragging herself to open the door. “if you mentioned the food first, you could’ve been let in already.” the corner of her mouth twitched, and she stepped aside to let him through. “any blake the bitch sightings on your way here? also, what’d you get? i’m starving.”

[sagetm]

📱 open

levi: i matched with an engineer on this app and i cant tell if its a smart decision to keep engaging

levi: first question was what was my financial plan for the future which was a big turn off but

levi: he has real plans? financial plans? money in a bank account? he could buy me a switch?

levi: anyway how are you do you have a switch

sage: block him

sage: and no

[sagetm]

tommaso-gatti‌:

@sagetm​

In an effort to supplement their learning, the class was tasked with reading a short story that had an underlying message that was apparently quite relevant and poignant in it’s connection to their program. Paired off with Sage, Tommo bent over the page, irritated by his inability to decipher the nuances of the comparison. “Horses have nothing to do with politics,” he said finally, setting the stack of papers down forcefully. He preferred this avenue, blaming the text over his own shortfalls: English came easily now when it was spoken, but he struggled occasionally with delicately phrased passages. 

“Are they dead? Or are they still governing the pastures? Who the fuck is the commander of the chickens?” His voice was rising, irate and upset as he looked at Sage for answers. “I think this professor thinks we’re idiots, making us read children’s stories.” Tommo’s finger jabbed at a particular line that had been highlighted, as if that was the soul source of his fury. “’You are my constituents, my turkeys,’ Van Buren neighs, ‘and the love I feel for you is forever.’ I swear to fucking god Sage, I’m dropping this course.”

It was probably the third time, or the fifth time Sage had attempted to read the same sentence in the short story they were assigned. She had barely managed to decipher anything of use in the first part, not from a lack of aptitude, but more so ‘cause of a malfunctioning thought process. Each word read would soon be forgotten by the next, and each time she attempted to focus harder, it would only last thirty seconds at most. So, she sat, body tense, one hand used to tap her pen against her desk rhythmically, the other tugging on strands of her hair -- a nervous habit. It was only when Tommo spoke up that Sage let her shoulders slump, quelling some strain.

“I think they’re dead. Like, reincarnated,” she weakly offered, flipping through the pages in an attempt to see if she could string together something that would, at the very least, come across as coherent. Tommo’s frustration brought a tiny smile to her lips despite her own internal frenzy. “Maybe the Van Buren horse is sexually attracted to turkeys and this whole story is trying to push the agenda for inter-species romance. Kind of sickening.” The joke was for both their benefits -- their respective struggles more than evident. “Hey,” she suddenly changed her course, extending her reach across the desk to tap his arm with her pen. “Let’s get out of here? Professor Rigby’s busy swiping through Tinder, probably, and this class is stuffed. No one would notice. We can get ice cream.”

[sagetm]

imessage ↬ syd ✨

syd: omg are u here tonight?

sage: yeah i'm just hanging on the balcony

sage: felt a little too congested inside

sage: but happy birthday!! i'll catch you later to give you a big ol' squeeze and i've got something for you

sage: are u having fun?

[sagetm]

📱 sage

mercy: i'm a twig? i'm a fucking twig? let me put some meat on these god damn rickety bones?

mercy: alright you didn't need to say it so aggressively did you murder her

mercy: [...]

mercy: don't 'yea sure' me it makes me feel like i'm 5

mercy: [...]

mercy: i'd like to clarify that this isn't a booty call because we're friends and i'd have you over anyway but that was the end goal so don't get grumpy and yell at me when i pull a move

mercy: [...]

mercy: 👍

sage: that sounds like a personal problem?

sage: but ur also right. hurts when your knee bumps into me at night. i'll bring u 2 cupcakes

sage: yes i did? you're next?

sage: ok sorry

sage: [...]

sage: yes! ezra! i'd love to come over! be there ASAP!!!!!!!

sage: was that better?

sage: [...]

sage: [...]

sage: i've never been grumpy ever

sage: 👌

[sagetm]

imessage ↬ syd ✨

syd: i enjoyed it so much

syd: i know we're social distancing but do u want to come over for a bit?

syd: pre birthday celebration i've got some rose

sage: yeah that sounds nice besides it's ur birthday gotta risk the corona for that if anything

sage: leave some cinnamon roll for me!!

[sagetm]

imessage ↬ syd ✨

syd: oh my god!!!!!

syd: sage this is the sweetest thing ever you didn't have to do anything at all

syd: i'm sipping my mocha and sitting by the window and i'm so happy rn

syd: [ https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8d/11/1c/8d111c4d1b60ae93704e28fb2087fb4a.jpg ]

syd: thank you so much anyways 💕

sage: :(

sage: it was a bday treat fuck off & enjoy it?

sage: ur welcome though!

sage: 💖

sage: [...]

sage: [...]

sage: cute pic!!

[sagetm]

imessage ↬ syd ✨

sage: hey happy birthday!

sage: i postmated you a cinnamon roll & mocha coffee to your dorm room for this morning. it was like always my go-to birthday breakfast

sage: sorry if you hate cinnamon rolls or mocha coffees

sage: ig it would've been better if i asked but if you hate it then i can gladly take it off your hands and bring you something syd-approved

sage: oh fuck

sage: you said your birthday was the first day of spring right?

sage: that's march 19th

sage: today's march 18th

sage: i realize now that i've fucked up but happy...early birthday?

sage: at least if you totally hate the breakfast i have a 2nd chance tomorrow

sage: [...]

sage: anyway have pity and ignore all these texts as i scream into my pillow :-)

[sagetm]

📱 sage

mercy: stop being a barbarian so i can have a fucking cupcake

mercy: i didn't say she didn't?

mercy: romy's hot i'm not blind don't insult me

mercy: [...]

mercy: it's not we're friends

sage: wtf i'm just watching out for u

sage: healthy food choices are happy food choices

sage: :-)

sage: okay

sage: no. the answer's no, i will not be bringing her

sage: [...]

sage: [...]

sage: yea sure

sage: [...]

sage: i'll be there within the hour

sage: cupcake included

[sagetm]

📱 sage

mercy: so living large as per usual

mercy: bring some cupcakes to mine

mercy: and don't bring romy

mercy: [...]

mercy: or do whatever if she's down

sage: always

sage: if there's any left, sure

sage: fuck off

sage: romy has taste

sage: [...]

sage: this isn't a booty call

[sagetm]

judehayward‌:

Jude blinked like he’d been tossed with a glass of water at the grab on his hand, newly aware that he had one at all. Sometimes it felt like his brain ran on a different frequency to the advised, crackling with static in the place of music. Today was one of those days. “Just a bit of carpet seasoning. Don’t be hateful, Sage. I’m a young man cooking up a storm.” Regardless, he gave a limp tap to dislodge a last clump of ash, careful to direct it into the tray. After doing so, red rimmed eyes slid her way, a silent acknowledgement that he’d obliged in her request. “Nah, you’re good. Just, uh… Just setting him up for a lifetime of devastation. Cafe gigs with only one middle aged woman swaying around. Fuckin’… waving her croissant.” Leaning back, he let his joint cinder between his fingers, thoughtfully contemplating. “What’s it like? The music. Heard whiny and I immediately, uh…” trailed off, pause falling where there shouldn’t have been one. “Immediately pictured Halsey.”

despite the exhaustion that clung to her, all leaden and prominent, a small smile crept across sage’s lips. the slightest movement of her head echoed unspoken appreciation. “halsey is just fucking cruel. noah’s better -- moderately. it’s actually like if morrissey went folk and for some reason included electric guitar in the midst of the chaos. just a complete fucking trainwreck, but in a mopey, pretentious way.” fingers tugged at the hairband around her wrist, suddenly aware of the new-onset guilt that bubbled at the pit of her stomach. it was a common occurrence with any mention of her brother, but she had thought passivity had nipped it in the bud -- wishful thinking. “are you going to splatterhouse friday?” she asked with a sudden shift in tone. “rumour has it the infamous streaker might make another appearance. although, i honestly thought it was you this whole time. was it?”

[sagetm]

📱 sage

mercy: wyd

sage: RA delivered someone's home package to my dorm. so helping myself to some cupcakes and trying to figure out what romy's saying in her sleep

sage: something about pegging and this kid named gunner?

sage: hbu

[lunah-goodbye]

Jenny Holzer, Survival Series // Natalie Wee, “Least of All” from Our Bodies and Other Fine Machines