#cutlooose

[mrcclarke-blog]

@cutlooose

“Listen, no son of mine is going to be a nandy pandy pussy who can’t even control his own bladder let alone not win a match. So go out there and fuck those guys up, alright? Do it for your old man. The only thing that matters if you win and if you don’t, you’ll be a loser, Andrew. Do you want to be a loser? Then get out there and kick some ass in your little fairy tights.”

[blythestethics]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS IN FILM: THE BREAKFAST CLUB

Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

                                      The Breakfast Club.

[likcglass-blog]

@cutlooose replied to your post “omfg i keep seeing universal commercials on  tv and it’s upsetting bc...”

can I just live in Diagon Alley

dude i just want to ride the gringotts ride and the forbidden journey ride repeatedly without waiting in line

[managone]

                                       @cutlooose​​ || STARTER

      ❝So what are you in for?❞ an undercover mission leading       her to some school looking for illegal alien tech -- and on       the very first day attending she was thrown in detention.       Way to make an impression, Tennyson.

[princessofplunder-a-blog]

@cutlooose ♥’d

New girl in school. It felt weird but she was used to it. Easier to move around a lot. Easier to start over. Besides they were right outside of Chicago. Plenty of things to steal right there. ( right now? she loved boosting cars. ) What she wasn’t used to was free time.  Oh well, she could fill it. Find a way to blend in so she at least didn’t look like a juvenile delinquent. It’s how she found herself in the gym after class. 

She stepped over to a boy with sandy blonde hair ( she felt out of place here. brown skin. black hair. brown eyes. indian girl in the suburbs. she hadn’t felt this out of place in gotham. ) “Hey, Selina Kyle.” she said, flashing him a smile that was meant to charm. “It’s my first day, so can you tell me - does this school have a gymnastics team, or am I going to be stuck trying out for cheerleading?” 

[handlesherself-moved-blog]

                                                    “It’s CLASSIFIED.”

           As lovely a respite as Saturday detention may be from ‘home’ for the otherwise invisible girl at the back of the library, questions made her uncomfortable. Questions about why she was there, personal questions – ones that everyone else seemed to have no qualms sharing – anything beyond admission of her name made Rey feeling at unease. And so, when Andrew Clark (of all people) asked for a reason why she was in detention, the guard went up. 

                                        “I won’t ask you – don’t ask me.”

@cutlooose | starter call

[apaidprice]

( — @cutlooose! )

   “   you know, in the entire time we’ve had this class together, i don’t think i’ve seen you take a single note.   ”   she’s kidding, of course. (right?) 

[ironclad-archive-blog]

you gonna go tell your irondad that these puns are making you an irontad too ironmad?

.....................why..........is this...............happening......i am but a small blog..........i don’t deserve this.........