#pyrrhic.start

[elliotisms]

“Hold on,” Elliot started, “You’re telling me that I have to pay a fee of 250 dollars ... Like actual money because I have an outstanding hold on my library account?” He asked in both shock and annoyance as he approached the help desk in the library. His voice echoed throughout the large library... So much so that he almost clasped a hand over his mouth. “Pardon my French here... but what the fuck? How does that even happen?”

[trcmors]

“as one of the senior, graduate library assistants-” the cigarette between nick’s teeth jiggled as he spoke, “- and having spent countless hours shelving books in here, i say i can have a ciggy... oh, and that this little doo-hickey is an ashtray.” he took the cigarette from his lips and tapped just once on the edge of the glass before looking up at the person across his desk. he didn’t smile, yet there was a hint of a smirk across his features at the thought of what the ol’ librarian will say when she smells the linger of fresh blue smoke. “wouldn’t want to ash on any ancient texts we’ve got lying around here, of course... what were you looking for again?” 

[digbypalmer]

“SO THIS DRUNK GIRL came up to me and asked me to hold her choke collar for her. she put it around my neck so i wouldn’t lose it...” brows scrunch into a furrow as he shook his head before taking a sip from the beer in cup, “i feel like a fucking dog on a leash. think she’s coming back for it or nah?”

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[ballcrinas]

an open starter for @pyrrhicstarts​ !

❛  DO  YOU  THINK  RATE  my  professor  is  ,  like  ,  reliable  ?  ❜  julia  asks  innocently  as  brows  knit  together  in  sincere  concern  ;  teeth  worry  into  a  pink-glossed  lip  ,  chewing  thoughtfully  as  she  considers  even  further  options  to  offer  in  earnest  empathy.  ❛  i  mean  ,  to  be  fair  ,  sometimes  the  site  lies  ,  but  ...  ❜  slender  shoulders  lift  in  a  small  shrug  &  she  offers  an  apologetic  smile.  ❛  it’s  usually  a  good  place  to  start  ,  right  ?  oh  !  and  ,  like  ,  it’s  kinda  cute  ‘cause  there’s  a  chili  pepper  to  rate  a  professor’s  HOTNESS.  once  ,  i  took  an  english  class  on  sci-fi  just  ‘cause  the  professor  had  a  whole  chili  pepper  rating  and  ,  like  ,  it  was  SO  worth  it.  the  cutest  guy  i’ve  ever  seen  !  ❜

[sinclairmilos]

His head was killing him. It wasn’t anything new, he was used to the never ending headaches by now, it was the combination of his non-existent sleeping schedule and whatever narcotics were still in his bloodstream to blame. If he managed to not fall asleep during his first class today would be considered a big win.

He still had about ten minutes before he had to go in and find is seat in the class, he fumbled inside the pockets of his coat for his box of cigarettes. He brought one up to lips when he realized something, something that would’ve been obvious to anyone else. What exactly was his first class today? International Fiction? No, that was on fridays. Composition? That was on mondays, and today was monday, right? 

“Fuck.” He muttered to himself. Milo rubbed his face with one of his hands. He wasn’t as bothered by not knowing the day, as he was by the fact that his morning smoke would know be interrupted by his not knowing. Sure he could still smoke, but without something occupying his mind? Not likely now. He digged his hand back into his pocket for his lighter when he heard footsteps coming his way. “Hey, what day is it?” He asked without really caring who it was.

[carter-constantine]

Onyx polished nails tapped impatiently on the table as Carter made an effort to skim the required reading he’d neglected the night before, having opted instead to spent his time editing and re-editing a new song. Granted, it wasn’t likely there’d be a pop quiz, but it was important to maintain his grades for his scholarship. Letting out a slow sigh, he glanced up at the person across from him. “Think it’s time to file a missing person’s report for my brain. Or my sanity. Care to read my notes to me like an elementary school teacher reads ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’ to a bunch of kids with frog legs hanging out their noses?”

[zadie-jabbari]

Twirling a small section of her curls aimlessly with her index finger, Zadie yawned and slapped the wall beside her to get the other person’s attention. “Not that I’m a ho ho ho for Christmas or anything, but that getaway sounds pretty promising. Do you know what you’re wearing for the holly ball? I was considering a floor length blonde wig and a dead expression. I want Botticelli to weep in his fucking grave when he gets wind that I did ‘The Birth of Venus’ better.” Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a cherry flavored lollipop and rested it in her right cheek. “Do you think I’d get kicked out of the ball for that? I mean, as long as Mary Kate and Ashley and uh, what's the other Olsen sibling's name? Bethany?" Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling for a moment as if it had the answer written on it. Resigned, she let out a huff. " Whatever, if they are covered, I’m covered, right?”