#zeldaniles

[scxrlettniles]

[text]: its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight

[MSG:] thats because u usually are

[MSG:] i get worried if one of u hasnt touched the other’s boobs in over eight minutes

[tatumclark-blog]

[TXT] LMAO DAGNY HOOKED UP WITH ANDERSON

[TXT]: OMFG ARE YOU SERIOUS

[TXT]: wait is this like the last time you said that b/c i got excited but im pretty sure you hallucinated that, you had a lot of ecstasy that night

[TXT]: now that im thinking should i even ask why you were hallucinating about dagny and anderson 

[gisellehxpkins-blog]

(Waking up next to each other) "...Hoooo...oooohhh my god. Ha! Fuck! I knew it all along! I knew you wanted a piece of The Zelda. And if I remember it correctly, you totally loved it. Man. Another name to add to my list. I gotta tell Tate and Ben in the group chat right now."

The first sign something was wrong was Giselle noticing – and promptly recoiling at the sight of – an empty bag of Cheetos tossed carelessly on the floor of a room she was beginning to find unfamiliar. And then she heard Zelda’s voice. In an instance, memories she had been quickly trying to repress flooded her brain and she could think of no other response than yanking thick blankets over her naked body, rolling onto her stomach and screaming into a pillow.

After a good ten seconds of reevaluating her life and letting out her frustrations, she reached for the closest article of clothing (a Bob’s the Builders t-shirt which fit her embarrassingly well) to cover herself before turning to the blonde sharing a bed with her. Unfortunately. “This,” She pointed back and forth between them, “Never happened. Ever.” Giselle announced, “I will vehemently deny anything you say regarding this and I doubt anyone will believe you. I’m gonna go and this not only never happened but is never happening again. Ever.” She repeated.

[tatumclark-blog]

"Are you even listening to me right now? What -- are you fucking FaceTiming my mom? That's my mom. What the hell, man!"

Tatum muted the call with a sigh, glancing up at her girlfriend with raised eyebrows, “What? She said hi.” She told her with a shrug as if that tidbit of information explained the entire ordeal. “Your mom’s cool.” Tatum shrugged, filling the awkward silence to which Colette had only responded to with confused expressions and eyebrows raised miles high (which weirdly looked just like Zelda at that moment). That was really the only explanation Tatum could give to her girlfriend because she genuinely liked talking to Zelda’s mother, much more than her own, even. “By the way, she’s pissed you still haven’t followed her on Instagram.”

[tatumclark-blog]

[TXT:] why would you tell ben that you think im jealous of you and that guy you're sleeping with??? im not jealous?? why would i be???? we're just friends

[TXT]: ok fine you’re not jealous

[TXT]: is there another reason why you started a rumor that he has gonorrhea or.. ?

[tatumclark-blog]

[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation

[TXT]: you weren’t complaining about it before lmao

[gisellehxpkins-blog]

"So, just between you and me, you know, a bisexual and a lesbian, you ever made out with one? A bisexual. I could totally be your first bisexual."

It was times like these where Giselle cursed her ambition because it brought her sitting across from and listening to the advances to of none other than Zelda Niles. This is what someone would call a lose-lose situation: Zelda didn’t want to be learning pre-calc nor did Giselle want to be putting up with her when she could be binge watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer or tending to her garden. However, instead she was attempting (and not succeeding in) teaching hyperbolic functions while attempted and also was failing to succeed in making out with her to the redhead’s chagrin. “I’m honored, really.” She deadpanned, briefly glancing up at the security camera in the corner of the library as if she was in the office, “But I’m gonna have to go with a hard pass on that one, Zelda.” She sighed, “Also, this is the third time you’ve tried to make out with me -- please don’t make me go through a fourth.”

[benbxauregard-blog]

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Ben’s pointed stride seized at his best friend’s words, placing him directly in the doorway of her hospital room. One more step and he was free to do whatever he had to do to forget the last twenty four hours of his life. Of course the question had been running through his brain the entire time, no end in sight. They’d had a pact- an unspoken one, but a pact all the same: don’t touch the hard stuff. It’s alright to crave a high, to want to forget things for a bit, they’d all experienced it. But deliberately sending your life into a down spiral? That crossed the line and all of them knew it. Why? Why, why, why, why? To be completely honest, Ben wasn’t sure he even wanted to know- knowing would only make it worse. Rubbing a knuckle under his eye, he turned to send one last pointed look in Zelda’s direction and almost broke down and voiced the question. But he didn’t. Instead, he simply took the final step toward freedom, though leaving her presence didn’t feel nearly as good as he’d expected.