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Noelle: Sooo theres a Disney movie marathon going on at the local drive-in can we go??

Noelle:I know it may not be your thing but I promise it will be fun

Noelle: Plus I'll bake you whatever you want

‘ can I help you? ‘ she questioned, not bothering to make any eye-contact with the figure that approached her. the pads of her fingers continuing to glade across the keyboard while her hues remained glued to the computer screen. ‘ I know that it’s spooky season and all, but that isn’t good enough excuse to try to creep up on somebody. '

#study partners? friends? enemy? love me?#yale:starter

like this for a closed starter from georgie that i guarantee will include a bunch of nonsense and stupidity.

#im mobile so it looks dumb but im at work until later tonight #yale:starter #i might post an open one later but id rather write closed ones and reply to other peoples #if you have multiple characters lmk and ill post one for each of your characters!

hiding in the bathroom at a party was beyond a cliche, but there were a lot of people present, which was making her feel overwhelmed, and honestly, it was a party held in her own house so what was wrong with hiding in her own bathroom? she could still hear the music blasting from downstairs, but she had her own music going and was moving with the music as she sat on the edge of the tub, drinking from a vodka-filled flask. “party, party, party, eh!” she sang along to the song, completely oblivious to the sound of the door creaking open. “party, party, party...” she cut herself off, as she finally noticed the door. “hey! who goes there?” she asked very dramatically, but she was mildly intoxicated so she figured being dramatic wasn’t a big deal. ( @yalestarters )

#yale:starter #idk what this is #but have it anyway #btw i am dropping my threads bc... i've been gone for a couple of days and my muse is lacking bUT i am on vacation all week so i'm #gonna try to get everything back on tree #*track

( tw: drug use )

The library was usually the last place to find Teddy. he’d tried to start working on a paper after coming from practice but that ship had long since sailed. teddy had pushed himself too hard the last few days between drinking & working out so his solution? self medicating with loose painkillers & hydrating with a bottle he stole from the ballroom this weekend. he’d claimed a spot on the floor between two stacks, a book open in his lap but his eyes staring out to nowhere. as the shadow of a person approaching, teddy’s gaze still didn’t break. “I just... why the fuck are there so many books? and why are they all, like.... here?”