#friday:start

[clarasfm]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟº 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽   →   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ! º ･ﾟ✫*. 

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 |   gained a new insta follower today !! david’s bio says he’s an                    honest sugar daddy lookin’ for an honest sugar baby . . . 10k                    allowance . . .  𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 |   do you think that’s monthly ? yearly ? WEEKLY ? i can’t lie , y’all . . .                     i might dm the man back just outta curiosity 

[becksfm]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟº 𝙊 𝙋 𝙀 𝙉 ; 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 . 

            𝘐𝘛’𝘚 𝘉𝘜𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘓 , the small shop tucked in the bottom of dillon’s student center . but of course it was . . . because it was a monday morning coming off of a football win , and hangovers like the ones you got after a post - game party weren’t always easy to SHAKE . should’ve left earlier , he thought to himself , or used the woefully untouched and neglected keurig i have sitting on my kitchen counter . . . but that would’ve required a sound mind in the early morning , and BECK had a habit of not sleeping . so he waited in line . and waited some more . then put in his order , stuffed some cash into the tip jar , and moved to the only open stool at the end of a bar near the window . dark brown eyes , observant and CURIOUS , scanned the room in search of faces he might know . . . of new ones he didn’t , then allowed his gaze to wander over a posting board just to his right . FLYERS upon flyers upon flyers boasted meeting times and locations . open mic nights . weekly get togethers . student organizations of every kind . it was a strange array of just about everything , and a reminder that sports weren’t all dillon had . one paper in particular , with BRIGHT ink printed on the front caught his eye , and he laughed to himself . “ okay , REALLY , though , ” there’s a slow shake of his head as he pulled the pin and took the paper down . his elbow lightly nudged the person next to him , “ what do we make of this ? ” with a sideways glance and a golden boy smile , there’s a playful gleam in his eye as he adds , “ and what’d ya suppose the criteria is for being a university recognized student org ? because by the looks of it , there’s probably not much . . . ”

[sumrtm]

            ‘   remind   me   to   never   ,   ’   she   pauses   .   ‘   ever      ,   ’   furrowing   her   brow   for   emphasis   .   ‘   drink   again   .   i   think   90%   of   my   body   is   three   different   types   of   alcohol   right   now   .   ’   

[cohentm]

              the fact that i’m a mess who posted an event starter knowing it was for naught  .  i sincerely only have one brain cell maximum at all times  .  she’s so tired too  .  anyway  ,  moving on  !  LNDFLNJGF like this post  &  i’ll whip us up a closed starter  .  🥺❤️

[axelmedici]

          𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 as panther mascot at friday’s game - albeit, it had taken exactly three shots of tequila and a pop of adderall sliding down her throat and coursing through her veins to get her onto the field in good spirits, she’d still managed to make it through the whole game. the amount of people waltzing up to her bright eyed with excitable grins plastered on their faces had the angle of her jaw tucking sharp as molars descended into a clench behind the mask. -- and had she been able to, each and every single one of the photos she had been featured in  and forced to take, would have had a middle finger sticking up in all her school spirit glory - smack dab in the middle. -- but instead, she had fucking paws for hands and a smile and whiskers permanently stitched onto the headpiece. the second the buzzer rang through the stadium, axel skipped the step of returning the costume into the locker room and instead made a beeline for her ride, heading back to her loft where she’d step out of the costume, leaving it like a snake’s second skin, crumpled on the hardwood floor before heading off to the after party. it wasn’t until monday rolled away that she was carrying it back to the stadium did she realize the big splotch of crimson paint right at the temple of the panther’s head. there was a small laugh wrapped in a scoff that scuttled out of her  ,  “  if i TELL them arnett meade’s tiger murdered the panther in a BRUTAL assassination  ,  do you think they’d induct it into panther HALL OF FAME and retire this fucking thing ?  OR am i just gonna be in shit ?  ” 

[fmleos]

                *  𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵  (  1  )  ╱  open

𝐋𝐄𝐎  :  quick q   . . .  serious one  ,  rlly  . 𝐋𝐄𝐎 : cowboys or 49′ers  ?

[mcteosmythe]

mateo’s arms were full of supplies from one of the local high schools were he did his clinicals for his athletic training program. most of the time he didn’t have nearly as much, but today was one of the worst days because it had been a training day. all the supplies was something he volunteered to carry over because he was always volunt-told to.  mateo was on the last step before he dropped an item and instinctively trying to catch the item which resulted in everything falling to the floor. naturally, he began cursing in spanish until realizing someone had been standing behind him. ‘not apologizing. that was fucking unfair.” he picked up the items on the floor, knowing it’d take him some time to pack everything back in the boxes. “normally i don’t ask for help because i don’t trust people, but it’d be appreciated.”

[caseysfm]

( open starter )

HE’D BEEN SCROLLING back and forth between old tapes damn near all day. the one practice the team had had so far, old games from seasons past, really anything he could get his hands on. sure, casey had homework and a whole campus to explore — but in the end he always did what he did best: stick to himself.

by the time someone else had walked in, he was so far down a rabbit hole he barely stirred. “ — sorry,” he said thinly, his voice muffled the way his head rested on his fist. “be out of your way in a minute.”