it's when he's at dinner that he sees it, sat in a booth across from adrian and aiden. he stills, the number unfamiliar and not saved in his phone. (the one saved under her contact information was disconnected a long time ago. he'd found that out when he called it, some morning a while ago, still not fully awake and just impulsive enough to find out if she'd answer.)
june leans over into his space, mouth half full of food when he sees her brow furrow in the corner of his eye. they've long forgone privacy, with his hand tilting the screen to her. she barks a "what?" that is laced with disdain and confusion, abrasive enough to make him snort. he shakes his head. he's been looking at it since his phone buzzed the reception, this morning at some ridiculous hour. the vibration of it along his mattress waking him enough check it, and then robbing him of sleep for the rest of the morning.
"who's it from?"
"liz."
at least, he thinks. but the uncertainty doesn’t stop the conversation from across the table dying immediately, and he has all of two seconds to look up before adrian is motioning for the phone in his hand. "give me."
"don't say anything," is what he says, and aiden tucks herself close to get a view of the screen. she tries to scroll and comes up empty -- he watches her hit the back button into the rest of his conversations and still doesn't find what she's looking for. "what, you deleted everything?"
he nods. holding onto your ex delays healing, or whatever the instagram infographic had said. never mind the fact that they weren’t actually, technically exes, nor the fact that he’d never been able to heal from anything, let alone something to recent.
truthfully, he'd had june do it because he kept second guessing whether he'd wanted to save things for posterity or not. she'd even emptied the trash, just in case. most, if not everything of substance happened outside of their text conversations. on the couch, in bed, in the car. at school. it was the things in the little touches, the looks, the short sentences. in that way, the messages shouldn’t have been much of a loss, but he still remembers the pit of regret it took him three days to crawl out of.
"good." she says, opens the conversation back up, and puts his phone on the table. "are you responding?"
he shrugs, but he hadn't planned on it. he doesn't know what to say to that. anything remotely decent might take him a week to come up with, another few days to actually send. and by that time, the appropriate window would have passed. he doesn't even know for sure that it isn't a wrong number besides some feeling in his stomach, and how embarrassing to spill his guts to some random person that mixed up the 8 with some other number and found him instead. aiden looks thoughtful, but remains silent, and when june finally says in a mumble, "don't think you should," there's part of him that's inclined to agree with her.
[ bruise ] (jamie and... jay seeing it? could even be from dom surprise me)
nonverbal meme ft. @winebleeds
" ---- WHO’D YOU PISS OFF? " dom's voice carries this inflection of humor while jay allows for genuine concern. they manage to strike a delicate balance. the wound is pretty bad, swollen and purpling, and jaylen hands over his water bottle, half empty but cool, condensation heavy down the side of the crumpled plastic. dom continues, sipping from his own blue container. " nah, but really though. there some fight club shit going on here, or what? "
@winebleeds replied to your post: I need the story behind the pacifier msmsms
in reference to this headcanon, after daisy’s second abortion at 21 she went and got high all by herself. roaming around all night until she eventually ended up at a playground at about 3 in the morning. high out of her mind and more emotionally drained than she would have guessed, also crying her eyes out. that is when she found a lost pacifier in the sand. somewhat ironic but she took it as a sign and kept it as a soft reminder of a future she’ll keep denying she wants or would see herself fitting into.
“ HEY, STRANGER ”. too loud, always too loud: reiterating her right to be just as much of a character in this tragic comedy they call HIGH SCHOOL as anyone else. but though most of what concerns her life is a performance, the smile that greets raleigh’s presence is genuine — she knows it’s out of character, the way she looks at him, but so what ? she needs some tenderness, she needs to remember she has a right to be soft. if everyone else gets the fiery, battling, angry kid, raleigh spencer gets actual sunshine and undivided attention. call him LUCKY —— she’d rather call him cursed. “ it’s valentine’s day, you know ? ”. her question stretches at the end, turns into a sing-song mocking tone — head tilted, she’s playing. far more coquettish than usual, she grabs his hand and casually brings it to her lips, kissing his fingertips and not just out of affection, but so he’ll have to drop the highlighter and pay attention to her. always a game. “ i know you didn’t get me anything. it’s OKAY ”. her voice a chirp, mischievous grin curling her lips. “ but you gotta go out with me tonight. ” cue the adoring, pleading gaze: “ come on. you HAVE TO ”.
send me ‘ mistletoe ’ ❤
it's one of their typical staying when everyone else is gone, with drew's turn to close for the night. she takes a break in assisting him, motioning him to the piano. when both sitting there, the mistletoe once hanging within the haze now lays on top of the piano. and, by her smirk, she snuck it there only recently. @winebleeds
He’s absent-minded as always, to the point of forgetting where the mistletoe is despite his initial plan on sneaking some above both their heads sometime within the night. But since it had been not a calm one... Well plans didn’t go as thought.
Drew follows though, quite giddy despite his honest ( but hidden deep inside ) dislike for Christmas time that seems to wash away when surrounded by people he loves. Once seated at the piano, a quick look at her smirk and he knows.
❛ Oooh, look at that on your lips. You clever sneaky one... ❜ he chuckles, inching closer with canted head to meet her soft plump lips with his own. And he melts, like a marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate, and fireworks ignite within his mind’s eye as they seem to do whenever he kisses her.
Who’s the messiest one:
hmmmm i’m gonna go ahead and guess raleigh? he seems a little more clumsy / awkward / lost in his thoughts so he might not pay that much attention. but i don’t see either of them being very messy. edit: solo is the messiest bc his fur gets on every surface lol
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:
probably jess. while she likes hugs with certain people, she’s not too big a fan of being touchy in public. i feel like their pda wouldn’t be full on make out scenes but gentle gestures like helping the other put on a coat, holding hands, fixing hair or clothes for them. subtle things.
Who’s the funniest drunk:
ral. though it happens super super rare, it’s always amusing.
Who texts the most:
i’ll have to guess but imma say ral? i see jess more of a caller than a texter but with ral i’d say he’s putting things down in a text. he also uses a lot of ‘lol’ and similar while jess is kind of a dry texter. except for an emoji here and there.
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:
everyone has some skeletons in their basements, don’t they?
Who reads the most:
boy they both do. they could both go days just chilling and reading and enjoying each other.
Who’s better with kids:
literally both. not only do they both work with kids, they also desperately want a family and just have that instinct and so so so much love. they’d be amazing parents.
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:
jess would try fixing things herself because she can be stubborn as hell but eventually would have to call someone for it.
Who’s got the weirdest hobby:
not really weird but maybe a bit nerdy, raleigh with his science fiction and more nerdy things he’s interested in ? which jess just absolutely loves to learn more about every day.
Who cooks and who cleans up:
jess usually cooks and also likes to clean up but they share chores and switch every now and then. edit: she’s also teaching him how to cook, like, properly
We as a community have to ABSOLUTELY stop idolizing people in the RPC and treating them like they’re above us. Like no offense because I am a devout role player too, but we’re all just nerds on tumblr dot com putting words next to people who don’t even know we exist and building whole worlds based off of them. There’s no reason you should be going overboard with compliments and saying things like “I can’t believe I’m able to be in your presence and interact with your muses that are 1000x better than mines and anyone else’s muses I’ve seen 😍😍😍🕺🏾🕺🏾🕺🏾🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪”. A simple “ur amazing, ily, ur the best, and I love seeing you on the dash.” Will do hun 💜. Over doing it is what leads to other people getting these weird god-like complexes and starting cliques in the RPC that end up becoming toxic as hell.
1. I like mangos . they own my heart
2. strawberries are sick
3. peaches look like butts im here for it
4. grapes make everything better
5. I feel like if I don’t say banana everyone will come for me
