#lmhcj

[mfaery]

TEXT 🌊 MALJ

Mal: Ugh, fine. Bed CJ, wed Harriet, behead Harry.

Mal: Jay, if you're going to make me play this stupid game again, can't you give better options than THE HOOKS next time?

[brookedonati]

TEXT ✉️# BJ

Brooke: You know, for someone who doesn't seem like they'd care very much about their own hygiene, you have remarkably good hair.

[faciliersfreddie]

You're a squishy bitch, who's probably dragging me down into squishy bitch hell with you. But I love you and wouldn't let you go for all the gold in the ocean.

ANONYMOUSLY MESSAGE ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME BEFORE 2018 ENDS.

[gwenkluck]

Jane, CJ, Lily

Bed: @lilyliddell. I share a room with her, I see the kinds of books she reads.

Wed: @janegoode. She’s got wife material written all over her.

Behead: @slythercj. Not because she’s not hot, I just don’t think she’d be into it, and it’s not fun that way. 

WED, BED, AND BEHEAD.

[faciliersfreddie]

Dizzy, CJ, Winter

Bed: Damn, y’all are ice cold. @slythercj I guess.

Wed: Ain’t no killing or corrupting @dizzythetremaine, ain’t got it in me.

Behead: @skellingtonwin.

WED, BED, AND BEHEAD.

[brookedonati]

CJ, Freddie, Winter

Bed: @slythercj has the looks department down, I suppose, even if she’s extremely uncouth. 

Wed: @fredcilier. I’d rather have a business partnership with her where she signs on for life to exclusively sing at our restaurant and draw in crowds from the world over, but I guess marriage would be more desirable with her than with the other two, at least.

Behead: @skellingtonwin. Winter Skellington must die. 

WED, BED, AND BEHEAD.

[faciliersfreddie]

WINTER, RORY, CJ

Bed: @skellingtonwin. I bet they do freaky shit in her pumpkin town.

Wed: @slythercj‘s my ride or die. 

Behead: @rorymariano. Sorry, red, you were the spare. 

WED, BED, AND BEHEAD.

[faciliersfreddie]

@slythercj:

“Har de har har” CJ climbed into Freddie’s bed with her now that she was wide awake. “I was going to ask if you wanted to sneak out since I managed to get my hands on what should be the Gryffindor password. But you seemed to be a little busy freaking out in here by yourself, so maybe it’s not the best time?” She asked, the hint of a smirk on her face while she mostly waited for Freddie to kick her out of bed or to tell her what her dream was about. “If it’s any help you’re not as annoying a nightmare haver as most people I know. Harry farts a lot in his.”

“Nightmare farts? Damn, that’s nasty,” Freddie replied, trying to keep from laughing out loud and drawing attention from the rest of their roommates. If she did get her act together, she didn’t want them all up and hip to her and CJ’s plans. “Dream Freddie just had a bunch of pretty boy princes trying to tame her, it wasn’t real fun,” she lied. CJ may be her best friend, but Freddie didn’t want to show any weakness, not even to her. “It’ll help me to sneak into their house and make a little mischief. I’ll forget all about it in no time, so come on -- tell me this password, what are you waiting for?”