tequila.

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she’s still a little mused from sleep, hair in a nest that she calls a bun atop of her head and a sweater hanging off of her shoulder. cecelia definitely doesn’t look at all put together right now, though luckily that’s not what she’s going for. sipping on your third coffee of the day when you’d only been up since noon definitely didn’t scream put together anyway. another thing that most definitely did not scream put together was doing a full 180 in your seat to glare openly at someone sat behind you because they’d been talking. however, cece had a short attention span and their voice was getting on her nerves. ‘ hey – have you ever… i don’t know, thought about shutting the fuck up ? ’

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❛ if i shut the fuck up, will you evaporate? i don't know, just a thought. it's public area, freedom of speech — at least for now until cheeto dust fucks it all up and mother russia goes red dawn on all of our asses. ❜ ah, marshall, a mess in male form. sitting, arms crossed with a tight black shirt on — clinging to every lean muscle on his upper torso. ❛ can you just buzz off yourself? it's rude to cuss at strangers. ❜ he flashed her a toothless grin, tilting his head in an angle.

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Stomping across the length of the small apartment like an overgrown child, A.J. shoved through the mass of bodies with little remorse, a bony elbow jabbed into multiple stranger’s ribcages eliciting shrill cries of pain that ultimately went ignored. His right hand was wrapped around a stolen bottle of Merlot, fingers adorned with a plethora of mismatched rings tapping impatiently against the glass. “For fuck’s sake,” came mumbled through lips stained slightly red as he reached the door to a hopefully vacant bedroom, kicking at it so it flew back on its hinges with a pitiful bang. Like he had been granted full permission, A.J. waltzed toward the still-made bed with a resigned sigh, plopping himself down on the end of it and kicking off his boots. Taking another swig from the bottle before his eyes could even adjust to the dark, he only noticed that the door had flung back open when a cough of surprise sent liquid spilling down his chin. “Jesus fucking christ, knocking hasn’t ever killed anyone,” he snapped, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “But whatever. Doesn’t matter. Cheers, I guess.” Tipping his head back, he poured the rest of the Merlot’s contents down his throat.

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a bottle of chocolate wine in one hand and a cigar in the other, bernie felt like she belonged in a scarface music video — or at least a version of skins that didn't end with her crying over the death of beloved characters. moving through the small apartment, she felt out of place, too polite and too controlling to be in a situation like the current. a bedroom. a bedroom that could be her solace — kicking the door, looking both ways in hopes of keeping herself invisible from the rest, she didn't expect to find someone already hidden away. ❛ oh fuck, i can find another room. it's fine, really. ❜ embarrassed, she felt herself blush. ❛ at least you weren't in the middle of fucking someone, god, that would be my luck. kicking down a door in the middle of someone's thrust. ❜ shut up, bernie, she expected herself to say, but she never did.

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“Y’know, I don’t hate my job too often–” A bold faced lie. “–but today a sixteen year old girl wrote her number on her receipt, and, like. I don’t look that young, do I? I’m twenty fucking years old with a car and a job and an apartment. I don’t look sixteen. Do I?” This had been bugging him all day, the idea that a literal child might look at him and go “ah, yes, one of my peers” when in actuality that was illegal and entirely too heterosexual, a double whammy of Bad that was eventually going to give him a complex.

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emma grimaced at the thought of someone assuming another person's age — visualizing the countless times everyone assumed she was her ex-boyfriend's little sister. it was cute at first, waitresses hitting on him and then giggling, apologizing when emma would place her hand in his. ❛ that's horrible, you do not look sixteen — you look your age. she was just being a bit of a brat, I'm at least assuming she was being a brat. Sounded like something a brat would do, to be quite honest." She felt for him, giving a genuine smile and shrugging, ❛ maybe one day, you and I will grow out of our Ralph Macchio curse. ❜

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and last but not least bernie ! twigger: death mention.

my sweet little bernie was born to a single mother, a registered nurse who had fell in love with a traveling physician that never wanted to be tied down. 

her mother worked hard to keep food on the table and to keep bernie happy. they would often take out loans to go on vacation and spend weekends away from phoenix. her grandmother lived with them until her death, a woman that was as tough as nails and lovable as a fox. her mother worked midnight shifts to be home with her daughter during the day and her grandmother watched over her at night.

bernie began playing soccer ( it’s football ight ) when she was five years old. she loved the sport and she was bloody good at it. as time went on, she and her teammates grew older and began to develop womanly bodies — this was the first time that bernie questioned her sexuality.

at the age of fifteen, a rumor spread around her high school declaring that bernie was in fact a lesbian. her mother got word and questioned her, leading her to tell her mother the truth. she was in fact a lesbian. her mother cried and at first, didn’t take it well but came to terms with it, loving her daughter for who she was and is. her grandmother accepted it right away and told her that she could love whoever she pleased.

her first girlfriend was a wild ride. she met her over the internet. good ol’ myspace days. they met online and after three months of talking, bernie’s mother agreed to let her meet sofia. her first kiss was at sixteen and her first heartbreak was at seventeen. sofia was miles away and confessed that she wasn’t as loyal to bernie as bernie had been to her. 

she graduated high school and went on to study law. not wanting to be a lawyer, she settled as a legal assistant in criminal law. she absolutely loves it. the only problem is, she’s mad over the lawyer she works for. 

she’s afraid of telling her boss how she feels, afraid of rejection and losing her job.

she’s open for all sorts of plotting ! message me !

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my little ugly duckling marshall ! tw: death, substance abuse, alcohol abuse. 

marshall grew up in a normal middle class family. the middle child of two boys and one girl, his sister being the oldest and the favorite. he often was stuck with middle child syndrome. they moved to phoenix from new york when marshall was five. he was an absolute nerd in school ( if you’ve seen bill’s teen photos T H A T hair lord )

he was often left alone in school, eating by himself at lunch and focusing on his studies rather than being wrapped up in the newest video game or hottest sports team of the moment. he was unusual and only his mother could love it.

he is still a mum’s boy, tbh. while his sister is off married and working on having a child, his young brother is a man’s man, all about his father and playing football. 

the summer before his senior year, marshall got in shape, cut his hair and dropped the four eyes. he was a completely different person. he started hanging out with a bad crowd, drinking smoking, having a proper teenage experience if you ask me .

he fell in love with a girl that had ignored him his entire life. she was the girl of his dreams and despite it seeming like things would be happily ever after — it wasn’t. they fought like cats and dogs, she had nothing in common with marshall. 

the night she died, marshall and the girl had fought over the smallest thing. she had asked him a question and he had answered sharply, hurting her feelings. she ran out of his apartment and drove away. three hours later, marshall received a call from his girlfriend’s father. she had been killed instantly in an car crash.

marshall’s life went into a downward spiral. once he turned twenty one, he grabbed a job as a bouncer. he was lean, but he was tall enough to tower over assholes that begged for a fight.

he’ll be the first to admit that he has a problem with substance abuse and alcohol. but he can’t quit. when he quits, he relives the last words spoken to the love of his life.

if you’d like to plot with my gloomy soul, message me ! 

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hello loves ! my name is holland, you can call me holly if you’d like. i currently love in the bst, i’m twenty five, and use the pronouns she/her. i’m going to start off with my love and sunshine emma ! below the cut is a small peek into her world. tw: drugs & body image.

emma has one older brother, scott dawson. ( npc or playable, if anyone would like that connection /// if not, i’ll hit up the main for a wc )  they are extremely close and are best friends. 

she was a cheerleader in high school — the actual epitome of someone who peaked in high school. she was the type of girls that veronica sawyer would absolutely loath and want to be friends with, tbh.

her house was the party house in high school. a pool party on friday night, a keg party on saturday, and on sunday, she wrapped a little pink bow around her pale blonde hair and pretended to be the perfect daughter.

she was a pageant girl as a child — which she often blames her self esteem and how she views herself on  the pageant life and her mother.

her mother is a royal bitch, a true queen covered in pink petals and diamonds. she would often talk down to her daughter about her weight, about her height, and about her overall existence,.

by the end of her senior year, she would get high off of her mind in order to escape her mother’s words — often waking up in friend’s bedrooms, her best friend’s bathroom, and in the back of her ex-boyfriend’s car. 

now she’s living on her own, her brother often crashes at her apartment to keep her sane. she has a small tabby cat named ursula bc her favorite movie is the little mermaid and ariel was way too typical. 

she babysits and she loathes it on most days. but the pay is often great, a lot of families leaving children behind for the weekend to visit california, las vegas, and mexico. 

she’s pretty open as wanted connections go ! message me if you’d like to plot.

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it's way too early for me and idk why i'm awake but i'll have my intros posted in a few hours once i'm fully functioning !

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tag dump ! for miss bernie cardona.

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tag dump ! for mister marshall dupree.

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tag dump ! for miss emma dawson.