#rush rp

[ascendgravity-moved]

𝚃𝙾  𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴  𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳  𝙷𝙰𝚂  𝚃𝙾  𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁,  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗺𝘆  𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆.  𝘓𝘦𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘯  𝘪𝘯  𝘢𝘸𝘦  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝐋𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙱𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝚄𝚃  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈.

25+

[wewinyoulose]

“Sorry, ya in a rush?”

Praxina squinted at the woman, scrutinising her, head to toe. “Depends who’s asking”

@queenrockatoo

[ascendgravity-moved]

𝚃𝙾  𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴  𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳  𝙷𝙰𝚂  𝚃𝙾  𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁,  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗺𝘆  𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆.  𝘓𝘦𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥  𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘯  𝘪𝘯  𝘢𝘸𝘦  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝐋𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙱𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝚄𝚃  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈.

25+

[thecanadianalygator]

[hola-its-lola]

@ president’s bbq - ring toss

Whose bright idea was it to leave Lola in charge of the ring toss booth again? Alpha Kappa Psi, CFU’s business honour society, was running one of the carnival game booths and of course, Lola had volunteered to help out for a few hours. She was tasked with collecting money from people because she was good with money, as Delta’s treasurer, and it was simple enough not to screw up. Everything was going fine until James, the one who was in charge of the booth, left for a bathroom break. “I’ll be right back. Lola, you’re in charge while I’m gone,” he had told her. Big. Mistake.

“Aww Hannah, sweetie, don’t cry! Here, have another go at it. Or ten! On the house!” Lola bent down to the little girl’s level, wiping the tears from her face, then handed her ten more rings. “Oh my gosh, Professor Rossum, that was so close! Here, have a few more. I’m sure you’ll get it on your next try,” the redhead encouraged the economics professor, as she handed the woman a handful of rings. Okay, so, Lola might have given away a few freebie games and prizes to a few people. Only like, twelve. What? She felt bad for them! Everyone was getting so disappointed about not winning any prizes, so she thought that maybe a few free rings would cheer them up.

“Hannah, you know what? I think you deserve the unicorn plushie for not giving up,” Lola smiled as she handed the little girl the prize. She watched as Hannah skipped away happily with her unicorn and mom in tow. James would understand. A little girl’s happiness was at stake, after all. “Okie dokie, who’s next?"

[vi-moreau-blog]

i’m coming for you

@ceciwantstohavefun

get ready 

[quintontheexplorer]

@ president’s bbq

@jjameson-onthe-rocks

When the cute brunette from your Intro to Communications Studies class asks you for a favour, you say yes, which was exactly what Quinton did because he was a nice guy and all. Okay, well, technically Angela asked for JJ's help and Quinton just happened to be sitting with them when this all happened. But that was besides the point. And c’mon, the cute brunette was called the cute brunette for a reason. But thinking back on it now, he should have turned Angela down.

'Playing a little joke on her friend' turned out to be full-blown angry revenge on her cheating ex. It was never a good sign whenever Nair, superglue and feathers were involved. But they were too far gone to back out now. “Did Angela drug this guy or something? How is he still asleep,” Quinton whispered to JJ, as he began to draw a swirly moustache on what’s-his-face (was it Hank? Frank?). He glanced over at the blonde, watching as she added more feathers to their victim’s superglued hair. “And where did Angela go?” It seemed that Angela had slipped out after sneaking the two of them into her ex’s dorm room. So much for teamwork.

Quinton was just adding the finishing touches to his Sharpie moustache when his nose started to tingle like he was about to - achoo! Great, now his moustache was crooked. Oh, and Hank/Frank was awake. It took them all a few seconds to register what was happening before Quinton quickly snapped out of it and yelled, “Run!”

Scrambling up from the floor, he booked it out of the room and out Nemec Hall. He glanced back briefly to make sure that JJ was running too. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of eyebrowless, feather-haired Hank/Frank chasing after them in his Simpsons boxers. The guy might be a cheerleader, but he was a 6’3” cheerleader who happened to be a fast runner. Spotting the President’s BBQ just up ahead, Quinton shouted at JJ, “C’mon! We’ll lose him in the crowd!” Ya, he really should have turned Angela down.

[vi-moreau-blog]

@ president’s bbq

Violet awoke the day of the event feeling groggy and tired. Not to mention she overslept. She grabbed her phone and checked the time, running late as usual. Groaning loudly, she rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom she shared with her roommates. The only thing that was propelling her forward was the promise of an interesting day. Last year, pranks reigned supreme at the barbecue. Oh, she remembered the day fondly, so much so that she almost missed being a freshman. Violet scoffed, no one could possibly pay her enough money to be a freshman again. 

She hurried as quickly as possible so she didn’t miss any of the great food. Well, that and she needed something to talk about with her parents when they called her on Monday, like they did every week. At least it was practically a given that most of her friends would be there. Violet was friends with a few of her sisters, but the majority of her friends were Gammas. She just seemed to fit better with them, but because of her third generation Legacy status, there was no way she would’ve been able to pledge them without being completely disowned. 

It was a nice day out, though she did miss the crisp air of a New York fall. Before going to the barbecue, she stopped at the Frothy Monkey to pick up a chai latte. Her hangover from the night before wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be, but it still wasn’t kind. Violet was known to party with the best of them, but she could also put on her prim and proper facade when she needed to. Being the daughter of an Ambassador at least gave her some semblance of control in necessary situations. 

When she arrived at the barbecue, it was a welcome sight. All of the bounce houses and booths made the place look so lively. Violet loved Greek events, they always promised a good time. Luckily for her, this one promised some cotton candy too.