#bradleymilligan

[willollyster-blog1]

“I think my New Year resolution will be to streak a little less than I did at the brawny party or at that prohibition one.” Wilfred announced before turning to face whoever was standing beside him. It only took him a split second to recognize her face. Mostly due to the fact he still haven’t forgotten any of the faces that came to him in that bunny costume. He still felt ashame when crossing one of them. “Definitely less than at that prohibition party.” He added after a moment, the words leaving his mouth before he could even stop them.

@bradleymilligan

[bridgemontrpg-blog]

sheepishly shuffles back in a few days later

[bridgemontrpg-blog]

unfollow pls!!

[bridgemontrpg-blog]

brad pitt at ur service

[knightlyjay-blog1]

😈

Bored out of his mind and the Halloween spirit settled in him, Jay had spend his afternoon giving jump scare to everyone walking the halls. He wasn’t even wearing one of those creepy clown costumes that seemed so popular lately, just hiding behind the doors, and coming out when someone was close enough. It was incredibly childish, he knew, but at least he was entertaining himself. Hearing footsteps down the hall, he hide in the same spot, patiently waiting. The moment the person walked by, he jumped out the door and grabbed their arms. “Caught you.” He said, trying to make it sound as serious as he could, but a grin was stillcracking his lips.

[ansleycarvxr-blog]

@bradleymilligan omg tht pic is SO CUTE wtF

I just saw this AND YES IT IS SO CUTE I want a headcanon of ansley putting it on Bradley and just squealing about how cute Bradley looks in it.

[leviwhitmore]

go ROGUE and do whichever

Send ‘✆’ for a MORNING text

[text: queen b] im pretty sure i just saw that bald man you flick your cigarette on, anyway, i havent slept yet or gone home and the sun is coming up. im going straight for coffee if you wanna come

Send ‘♔’ for an ANGRY text

[text: queen b] that shirt you ruined cost four hundred dollars, the bill is on it’s way.

Send  ‘♠’ for a DRUNK text

[text: queen b] im watching princess diaries witjh fdinn and anud remi anid iwt hit em! ygou should bte quesen yof genovia!

Send ‘☏’ for a VAGUE text

[text: queen b] do you ever feel what i feel?

Send ♣ for a NOT MEANT FOR YOU text

[text: queen b] did you hear what tessa and remi were talking about at our party?

[text: queen b] wrong chat, sorry

Send ‘✺’ for a SAUCY text

[text: queen b] so i had a sex dream about shrek when he’s a human in the second movie and i thought of you

Send √ for a LONG-WINDED CONFESSION text

[text: queen b] i dont know where to begin with this message, and i guess it should be in person, but it cant wait any longer. im sorry. i know it hasn’t seemed like it but i am. i hate that i’ve hurt you, you never deserved that. i wasn’t thinking, it’s no excuse, i know. i dont know what i can do so you will forgive me, i just wanted you to know i am sorry and i know that you hate me but i also hate me for what i did and i dont have a valid excuse for even why. im so sorry bradley i took you for granted in that moment and i shouldnt have, ive never been scared of losing you because i never thought i could and i have and this is one pathetic text but i cant handle not having you in my life. i know i messed up but i want to fix it, i do… im sorry

Send ☢ for a desperate text

[text: queen b] I need you, I need you, I need you right now. Yeah, I need you right now. So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down. I think I’m losing my mind now. 

[absolutesort]

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Bradley’s like the wild, rebellious yet somehow completely sensitive and loving older sister I’ve never had. I always wanted a sister, and coming to Atticus, I suddenly found myself with two. Bradley keeps herself so guarded, so tightly woven within her little band of unbreakable strings, that even when you think you know all there is to know about her, she’ll surprise you with just how loving she can be. She’s the black spot in your vision on a too sunny day. She’s the flecks of red in the abyss of black when you close your eyes beneath the heat of the sun. 

A streak of black glitter across a stripper’s cheek. A handgun strapped to a crimson garter. A ‘thank you’ scrawled across a serviette because she didn’t want to embarrass you by saying it to your face. The knife clenched tightly behind your back that no one sees. The ace up your sleeve, the olive in your cocktail, black out glasses and a cigarette holster like something out of an Audrey Hepburn film. Bradley takes class to a whole new level – she’s like the femme fatale of a Hollywood movie, dripping smiles and wit like a razor. She’s like a Coco Chanel advert gone rogue, fishnets and black graffiti draped across the iconic little black dress and lathered in smoke. She’s the most incredible person I’ve met. I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.