#philomena.

[teddylawrence]

“You have good aim?” Teddy asked, hovering close behind Philly after instructing her on the rules of beer pong - he’d left out a few details, but had run the most important ones by her, “I feel like you’ve got a good eye. Just in your vibes. Toss whenever you’re ready - kiss the ball first. It’s good luck.” @philcmena​

[rosasamuels]

“You want the other half?” Rosa asked, pulling apart her popsicle and handing one of the frozen treat covered sticks out towards Philly, “Orange is the worst flavour. Like, I’m still gonna eat it, but my taste buds are probably gonna complain the entire time. Thought it was cherry. Looked red through the packaging. Maybe I’m colour blind.” @philcmena​

[abelromanov]

“Voila,” Beau hummed, sticking a lone daisy behind Philomena’s ear, grinning in satisfaction at his work afterwards, “Pretty. Makes your eyes bluer. They’re so clear right now - thinking hard or hardly thinking? S’what my mama always says when she thinks my eyes are bluer and she knows... everything, I think.” @philcmena

[gcnnerpaxton]

“Philomena,” Gunner called into the cracked open door, giving two obligatory knocks before pushing it open gently. He never really knew what to expect when he entered her room, somewhat on his toes at all times, considering last time he’d showed up there’d been two rats waiting for him to just stomp on them as soon as he walked in, “can I have a band-aid? Do you have any? Bucket scratched me,” he mumbled, waving his sore hand as if that would further prove his point, despite the blood welling up on his finger making it already obvious, “Don’t really wanna clean blood off my sheets again.” @philcmena

[teddylawrence]

It wasn’t hard to spot Philly outside of the Social Sciences building once her class was over - she was noticeable just from her outfits alone usually, but today she was accompanied by a ranting Jay, who was constantly poking at her shoulder whenever her attention swayed, “Phil!” Teddy called, walking up to her quickly, expression already understandably exasperated, “We got that lunch date, remember? Just us? We’re talking about, um. Like, super personal shit, Jay. So. Us only, sorry,” he mumbled, praying that would be enough, but it was as if he hadn’t spoken, “Let’s meet up after,” Jay interrupted, “Gimme your phone, imma put my digits in.” @philcmena

[lcofowler]

Laying, all but flopped out on the picnic blanket he’d snatched out of the closet of their cabin, Leo knew he probably went a bit too crazy at the pool party earlier in the day. If the way he couldn’t even come to a stand properly had anything to say about it - catching himself once and then wobbling for a few seconds when he finally stood. If he had common sense, he would’ve cancelled, but something didn’t feel right about passing up on time with Philly, “Hey! Look what cat is dragging -,” Giving up on the horrendously misplaced quote, Leo spent his time instead with pulling Philly into a hug tight enough to lift her up off the ground, “I’m glad you’re here. I’m really glad. It’s a perfect night. The stars are, like, totally beautiful, right? Real romantic,” he pointed out, despite no stars out considering the still setting sun. @philcmena​

[lcofowler]

“How’s the head?” Leo asked, ruffling Philly’s hair affectionately. It’d been the third time he’d asked in the span of an hour - usually uncaring about things like this out of pure ignorance, he’d been on hyper focus with Philly since they arrived. Leo hadn’t even been sure he’d wanted to bring her after hiding out in her room for a week for mandatory checks due to the concussion, but a few drinks had eased him somewhat, “Feeling thorsty at all?” Purposely mispronouncing the word, Leo held a reusable water bottle towards Philly full of warming beer, “It’s not piss, promise. Just shitty beer. Usually tastes like water but it’s got a piss like flair to it when it’s nice and warm.” @philcmena​

[gcnnerpaxton]

It was rare that Gunner found himself in a good mood - and if he was, there usually seemed to be something that put a damper on it. That seemed to be more or less the case, halting mid-whistle when he opened the fridge to find a rat chewing through a head of iceberg lettuce. Gunner wasn’t proud of the yelp he let out at the sight, but he pulled himself together quickly to grab the rat, stomping towards Philly’s after doing so, “Philomena!” he called from outside her door, “How many times have I told you you have to give the rats a cage if they’re gonna stay here?! I found one in the fridge! The fridge! That’s just - it’s unacceptable!” @philcmena