#efflcresce

[greenwichrp]

no way, is that dylan o'brien? oh, oops, it’s just landon osborne. i’ve seen the eighteen year old art history major around greenwich hall and they always seem to be humming smile like you mean it by the killers. rumor has it they’re humorous, but i’ve also seen them be quite self-centered. i guess we’ll have to wait and see! [kira, pst, he/him, she/her]

congratulations, you have been accepted into nyu!! pack your bags and send in your account within twelve hours or your acceptance will be revoked. we can’t wait to see you in class!!

[summcrshcndy]

efflcresce

“so if you could see anybody dead or alive in concert, who would it be? super important question if we’re going to continue this thing that we have goin’ for us.” 

[badlcvds]

   Sebastian Bentley definitely has had a number of bad luck in the past couple of years, especially when it came to his social life. Being at the very bottom of the social food chain at his school, if he were to even have a category on it's own, it'd probably be 'unknown' if anyone would actually remember he existed. He was nowhere near the popularity his best friend Damon was-- now he's a totally different story. His best friend since they were kids, Damon was the only person to truly notice Sebastian through the crowd. Even though now at school, Damon basically shoves him to the side for his new friends, after school always seems to be their time. Sebastian knows that he should honestly hate Damon for ignoring him at school, but Sebastian didn't have much to fight on considering he's the only friend he has. Hearing the door shut downstairs, her nervously began organizing his space for Damon, calling out for the male, "I-- I'm upstairs," He shouted, shoving his comic books under the bed, "Make yourself at home----" 

[wanderlustsx-blog]

Veronica had been driving with Heather for a while now, listening to her drone on and on and on about how this party would make or break her. She told her to consider it as an initiation of sorts. If she failed, well.. it would be keggers with kids for the entirety of senior year next year. The brunette replied with curt nods, "mhmm"s and "yes, Heather"s, not wanting her lecture to continue any further. Finally, Heather's signature red car pulled up into the parking lot of the 7-Eleven. "Heather, what are we--" Veronica began, wondering what the hell they were stopping for since the blonde wouldn't shut up about how late they were. Which, mind her, wasn't even Veronica's fault.

But just as quickly as she interjected, she was cut off. "Shut up and get me Corn Nuts, will you? Barbecue." The blonde narrowed her eyes before shooting her a plastic grin, dropping her hands off the steering wheel and onto her lap. With a roll of her eyes, the brunette stepped out of the car. With her heels clicking against the pavement, she pulled on the door of the store. Corn Nuts were a trademark of Heather's, so Veronica had no problem maneuvering her way to the exact aisle. As she stood in front of the shelves where the item products were strewn around, she saw a black-coated figure from the corner of her chocolate brown hues. Turning her head in that direction, she couldn't help the small grin on her face. "Trenchcoat kid." She greeted him, pushing herself away from the shelves.

[dysfcnxtional]

Sitting up in the bed, Riley rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning slightly. Tobias was still asleep and she saw this as her way to possibly make a quiet exit. In all honesty, the girl really couldn't totally remember much of the night before- between one too many shots and making out in some dark bathroom stall with the boy, she'd somehow ended up spending the night...for the third time in the last week. Riley didn't usually go home with the same person more than once so whatever Tobias was doing, she hated him for it. Grabbing the remains of her clothes off the floor and putting it on, she started tying her hair up into a messy ponytail when she heard the familiar shuffling on the bed. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she looked at the male from the mirror, "Morning."

[dysfcnxtional]

Clapping his hands excitedly, Lucas couldn't help the smile tugging on his lips as he led Evelyn out towards the parking lot. Turning around and making sure the brunette's eyes were closed, he sighed and grabbed her hands. "Open your eyes!" 

[wanderlustsx-blog]

Trudging through the cafeteria with one of the Heathers trotting right behind her heels, Veronica tried her best to not projectile vomit out of annoyance or laugh at the pretentiousness of the other girl. She had spent nearly all of their lunch period with yet another "lunchtime poll". With a long-awaited roll of her brown hues, they were mostly finished. Until she caught the eyes of a male sitting by his lonesome at an otherwise deserted lunch table, that is.

Before she got the chance to wave or even tug the corners of her lips into a smile, Heather pulled her aside, gathering her into a circle with the other 2 Heathers. A different Heather began with hushed mutters of who the guy in question was; Damon Winchester, new junior transfer student. Before she knew what she was even doing, Veronica's feet shuffled, Heather's red clipboard in hand, over towards Damon's table. "Uh," she began, a small smirk on her face. "Can I ask you a really stupid question?" She inquired, taking note of his.. rather dark attire. Tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the clipboard, she stood, patiently waiting.

[nobleaims-blog]

Being nudged abruptly awake from a dream that oddly resembled the plot of the third Lord of the Rings movie, Kieran rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around confused, before the boy caught her gaze. "Woah, well- hello there," the confusion yet to fade away as to why he was there, though the part where she was sitting in a dark corner of the library quickly became familiar. "I totally fell asleep in the middle of a cram session again, didn't I? Great, that's...not embarrassing at all."