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imessage ↬ ginger #2

viktor: yeah like a fucking toe

viktor: [...]

viktor: you want fucking pictures or ??? just come on over

avery: [...]

avery: ill be there in a few

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dlilah:

the smile delilah shot in the direction of avery was a tight one. she slipped behind a shelf. she had come in search of one novel in particular and, as she looked for it, wondered if she should’ve actually said hello out loud. the smile no longer felt sufficient. whatever – she’d have to go back anyway. she reemerged sheepishly. “um, hi. i’m sorry to bother you, but, um… do you have this particular version of moby dick?” the edition’s name was written across her phone screen; she showed it to avery.

Avery didn’t mind that the other girl hadn’t smiled; sometimes people came in here without even a slight acknowledgement or her existence. Or they were rude as all hell; that was even worse. But Avery paid no attention to it; most of the time, if customers were in a bad mood, it didn’t really have to do with her. Her emerald eyes returned to the old computer, and an old inventory spreadsheet glared back at her. Delilah’s voice caught her attention, and the redhead looked up. “Let me look that up real quick! Can you hold it a little closer?” Avery asked kindly, leaning forward to read the ISBN number.

#{ a ⋆ feat. delilah }#{ a ⋆ threads }

dclgados:

“what was that like?” he asks, genuinely curious. he’s only ever lived in cities or far far away from them – this in-between territory she seems to be describing is entirely new to him. actually, maybe not entirely new. maybe not new at all, when he really thinks about it. but boston is a foreign concept. “hey, you wanna give her a treat? oh, uh, montana. mostly. i spent a lot of time in texas, too, ‘cause of my grandparents.”

Avery’s legs swung up from the floor as she scooted further back onto the bed. “I mean, the town is pretty normal like any other town. It’s by the water, so when we were a bit older we’d just ride our bikes to the beach. The park was nearby too, but during the summer we’d take the bus into the city and my brothers would play sports and I’d go to the library. Way bigger than Weymouth’s,” she laughed to herself. “Yeah, definitely,” Avery beamed. “That’s super cool though; I haven’t left the Northeast very often,” the redhead admitted. “Maybe once or twice to see some of my mom’s relatives.” she shrugged, glancing back at Maggie, and, unable to help herself, scratched the dog’s head.. “Does she know any tricks?”

#my gifs arent working idk why ksjdfhdf #ill make sure to add one for the next reply #{ a ⋆ threads }#{ a ⋆ feat. noah }

mellll:

@stargazerave

“So, like, we finally get the keys to his car, but when we finally get in it’s a fucking stick shift.” Mel had a joint perched between her fingers, the rest of them gripping onto a red solo cup halfway full of punch that had been spiked three times over. “And I can barely even drive automatic, so–” a flash of red hair in her periphery distracted her from her enthusiastic prattling about stealing her high school geometry teacher’s car, and she muttered a “hold up” to the person she was talking to, whose name she couldn’t even recall if she tried. “Andersooooon,” she called through the crowded room, taking a long hit off the joint as she approached. “Bitch, what are you doing! Has the stick up your ass finally been removed?!” And for a split second, Mel flashed an actual, genuine grin.

Avery’s roommate had insisted that the redhead come out with her tonight. After dressing Avery in a top that was a bit too tight for her taste, Avery’s roommate had dragged her to the house and... left her within ten minutes of their arrival. After deciding to enjoy the free refreshments while she could, the redhead began making her way through the people to try to find the kitchen. Maybe she could bum a couple of hits off of people. Avery thought she heard her last name, and after a few minutes of scanning the crowd, the redhead saw the blonde once she was a few feet away. “Oh my god, hi!” she grinned at her friend. “I think my ass has always been stick-less, thank you very much,” Avery joked. Most people thought it was weird that she didn’t love to party every weekend, but the redhead wasn’t actually a stickler about substances. “My roommate ditched me basically when we got here,” she sighed. “Any chance I can stick around with you?” Avery asked. “And maybe smoke me up?” she asked, batting her eyes at the blonde. “I’ll pay for the three am Domino’s,”

#this.... got a lot longer than i was expecting lmao #{ a ⋆ threads }#{ a ⋆ mel }

julianquick:

“Usefulness is a social construct,” he yawned, bleary eyes still staring down at the textbook but not actually processing anything on the pages. “Ehhh. Fuck it. You ever tried putting the book under your pillow to soak up all the knowledge? On my life, it works,” he shrugged, tossing the book away with a sigh. A few seconds passed before he sighed again, beginning to type hastily on his laptop. “Second fuck it of the evening. I’m ordering a pizza. You like pineapple? Yes or yes?”

Avery giggled. “As a science major I can tell you that that’s... completely accurate,” she joked. Sitting up, the redhead tugged her hair tie out of her hair and ruffled her fingers through her red waves. “Pizza sounds amazing right about now. But pineapple? Really?” Avery sighs, rolling her eyes dramatically before letting out a small laugh. “I don’t care what you get, I can just take it off if I don’t like it,” she reassured her friend. “As long as we can get some cheesy bread with it; just tell me how much it all is, and I’ll give you some cash.”

#{ a ⋆ feat. julian }#{ a ⋆ threads }

lanajvmeson:

“Keaira?!” Lana quoted, practically a squawk, so taken aback by the name that anyone would think she’d said Squiggly Von Jiggly Don Poop Poop the sixth. “Ew, Avery… You could literally pick anything. You could’ve picked, like… Andrew Garfield’s Sensitive Tooth. Used it as an opportunity to spread propaganda. I mean, he doesn’t even have a sensitive tooth. Or maybe he does, I don’t know his story. Salacious gossip. Really, like… utilised… your platform. But you didn’t. You chose Keaira. Ugh. Literally so upset.” Sigh escaping her, Lana eyed the blanket Avery had dragged down briefly, barely paying it mind – she remained lay as she was, short dress hiked dangerously over the backs of her thighs, boots idly knocked together. “Always accurate. Didn’t I just say I have the sight? Please, Avery. I’m, like, begging you to keep up,” she insisted, tone half playful. First card upturned, Lana let out an exaggerated gasp. “Devil!” As if Avery couldn’t see it for herself, Lana snatched at it, shoved it right up close in her face. “Satan, Satan, Lucifer, demon!” Then, like she hadn’t just milked it for all it was worth, she calmly placed it down. Gave a gentle tap. “Dry spell. Not good. Thought about recruiting the services of Dick Sisters Inc.?” After asking, Lana lugged a bottle of Merlot closer, pulling a brief swig. Lips already red were stained a shade darker, vampire after lunch. “I’ll give a friendship discount. Super generous.”

Avery couldn’t help but giggle at her friend’s outburst, giving her a small shrug. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think Andrew Garfield’s Sensitive Tooth is actually a name,” the redhead teased, crossing her legs and hugging a large, stuffed hedgehog to her abdomen. With a playful roll of her eyes, Avery nearly jumped when the other girl yelled. “Jeez, Lana,” the girl breathed, crinkling her nose and squeezing her eyes shut and wincing slightly with each word. “How could you possibly get dry spell from devil, huh?” she teased, although Lana wasn’t wrong, necessarily. It’s not like Avery didn’t wan’t to hook up with people from time to time, but the last time she had meaningless hook-up sex, the redhead was left in a state of messy tears and disarray. “The Dick Sisters Inc.?” she giggled. “So you and who- Freya and Rosa? Are gonna do what, exactly?” she giggled, eyeing the bottle before leaning forward and making a grabby hand at her friend. Although drunk wasn’t her favorite, tipsy was a world she could happily live in for a while. “Like, how could you possibly help with my dry spell?"” she teased. “I don’t even need a relationship exactly, I just... don’t do well with like, completely meaningless sex,” the redhead admitted to her friend. “If that makes any sense... you know? I just want some sort of connection, like even just a little one.”

#{ a ⋆ feat. lana }#{ a ⋆ threads }

imessage ↬ ginger #2

viktor: i have them in a tub rn

viktor: not very fish friendly but i have a tank i just

viktor: [...]

viktor: just dip a foot in

viktor: i dont think theyre real piranhas

avery: just dip a foot in??

avery: [...]

avery: i'll help u figure it out- but i wanna look at these things first

#{ a ⋆ messages }#{ a ⋆ feat. viktor }

imessage ↬ ginger #2

viktor: so like

viktor: [...]

viktor: i bought piranhas off of ebay but i think they scammed me

viktor: they dont look like piranhas but im no fucking

viktor: oceanologist or whatever the fuck

viktor: i need to test them out

avery: [...]

avery:

avery: i guess i dont understand how i can help w this??

#{ a ⋆ messages }#{ a ⋆ feat. viktor }#AHAHAH

“Yup, I’ve officially tapped out my usefulness,” Avery sighed, shutting the textbook and rolling over from her now rumbling stomach to her side. “Please don’t tell me we have to do any more tonight,” the redhead chuckled softly. Avery was a big science nerd, but any other subject and she got as bored as anyone else.

@julianquick

#{ a ⋆ feat. julian }#{ a ⋆ threads }

imessage ↬ ginger #2

viktor: hey

viktor: so like

viktor: [...]

viktor: i need your assistance with something

viktor: very important highly confidential only you can do this

avery: yeah ofc!!

avery: what can i do to help?

#{ a ⋆ feat. viktor }#{ a ⋆ messages }

dclgados:

it’s getting late but isn’t yet dark. the moon is in the sky already, and noah finds himself missing the mountains. it occurs to him that he doesn’t know if avery has mountains of her own to miss. he looks up from the cactus he’s watering (it’s been a few weeks and it is looking drier than it should). “hey ave, where you from?” @stargazerave

Avery always liked Noah’s room; it wasn’t at all like her brothers’ bedrooms when she was growing up. None of them would have anything remotely living in their rooms unless it started to grow in all of their dirty laundry. Maria was sitting on the bed next to Avery and the redhead started to rub the dog’s side. “I grew up about thirty minutes outside of Boston.” Avery scratched behind the dog’s ears before looking over to Noah with a small smile. “What about you? Where are you from?”

#{ a ⋆ feat. noah }#{ a ⋆ threads }

lanajvmeson:

Propped up by elbows as she lay on her front, red cowboy boots kicked up in the air behind her, Lana had made herself right at home on a sheepskin rug during the embers of a dying gathering – some student house, she didn’t remember the address or how she’d arrived. Her ride bounced while she was in the bathroom with a stranger. Light glinted off a butterfly clip keeping a lock of hair at bay, hair framed in rogue waves for the majority – subtly damp with rain. “Wanna have your June predicted?” She’d fanned a pack of tarot cards across the carpet, stolen, and was poking at the naked bust of lovers on one without lifting her eyes from the artwork. “Boop!” Distractedly, she’d merited the sound effect to a finger touching a nipple. Moved on without acknowledgement. “Jameson edition. Very high brow, sought after. Exclusive offer. My toes are tingling. I have the sight, I can totally feel it. Doesn’t happen often, so… Come sit, I’ll deal you in. You have to pick a new name for yourself, though. It’s a strict rule of my operation. Keeps things spicy.”

Avery wrestled her barely manageable locks into a scrunchie before sitting on the floor with the other girl. Although she didn’t drink or get high that often, going to parties was still something that the redhead enjoyed. Even easier if they were in her own house and she could bounce at any time. “Sure, why not?” she giggled, eyeing the tarot cards. As an artist, she could definitely appreciate the quality of work put into the deck; but her intrigue with the cards was disrupted when Lana poked the chest on one of them. “Hmm... okay, I’ll go with... Keaira,” she decided, not wanting to put too much thought into it. Besides, she’d never told Lana her middle name before. The redhead pulled a fuzzy blanket off of the bed and put it in a pile next to the other girl, just in case she wanted it. A few moments later and Avery had found one of her brothers’ hand-me-down hoodies and tugged it on, waiting for Lana to deal the cards. “How often are your predictions accurate?” the younger girl asked, genuine curiosity tainting her voice.

#{ a ⋆ feat. lana }#{ a ⋆ threads }

An impromptu sign scribbled on a piece of notebook paper was still hanging from the barren cork board near the checkout counter. Avery knew that today was probably going to be slow; people didn’t like to go to browse the bookshop when rain droplets were splattering themselves against the window, so she knew today would be a good day to replace her looking-for-models sign. The redhead traced a marker along her pencil lines when she heard the bell at the door of the shop. “Hi, welcome to Gillidee’s,” Avery beamed at the customer.

@dlilah

#{ a ⋆ threads }#{ a ⋆ starter }#{ a ⋆ feat. delilah }

“Okay, so I was thinking; what if we took some blankets and music up to the roof? It’s such a nice night, and I want to start off my first official three day weekend of the summer right; we could bring my sketchpad.”

@rcwans

#{ a ⋆ feat. rowan }#{ a ⋆ starter }#{ a ⋆ threads }

#radooc #radintro

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