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Doug Jones
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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cherry valley forever
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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The Stonewall Inn
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@va1nglory
☆ 𝗩𝗔𝟭𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗬 — a private, dependent muse blog associated w/ @campusl1fe
⏾ written & cherished by nic.
romy cruz ☆ intro. threads. pinterest. musings. wanted connections. siena montero ☽ intro. threads. pinterest. musings. wanted connections.
closed starter for @puckbunnics
romy listens as the present conversation turns toward a bizarre medical tangent about a strange joint quirk or muscle twitch, a side effect itself of studying human movement & function. a faint smirk tugs at the corner of their mouth before they shake their head slightly. "as much as i am intrigued by your… quirks," romy murmurs as they lean back, "you should probably get an actual professional opinion on that before your arm decides to fall off."
closed starter for @petalsonice
the sidewalk of the lecture hall is a crowded mess as a massive class lets out, students pouring back out onto the campus. romy is walking nearby, about to navigate the sea of bodies when they suddenly spot a face they definitely didn't want to see again. before those eyes can lock onto theirs, romy freezes for a split second, then sharply turns to abandon their path, and heads toward the first familiar face they can find in the opposite direction. "hey. do me a favor and pretend we're talking right now."
closed starter for @icedruins
the crowded pre-game tailgate is a mess full of loud music and drinking games. romy is standing at the edge of a rowdy game circle. as someone blindly backs up to catch a stray football, they feel a slosh of warm beer across the back of their shirt. before even looking for the culprit, romy snarks, "hey, you want to watch where you're throwing that shit?" they whip around, recognizing who they think the source is, "…was that you?"
closed starter for @petalsonice
"wow, what an entrance." siena stopped in her tracks at the other's sudden, dramatic arrival. she watches them try to recover their composure and tilts her head with curiosity. "seriously, what just went down? did the coffee shop run out of espresso?"
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the sight unfolding across the campus lawn is way too good to ignore, featuring a classmate playing a losing game of carrying a mountain of blindingly neon pool noodles. siena slows her pace as she watches them shuffle. as they near, she extends a hand to catch a stray pink tube that tried to make a break for it. "okay, i don't mean to be nosy, but i have to ask," she says as she tilts her head, holding the object out for the other to collect. "why are you wrestling fifty pool noodles across the grass in october?"
closed starter for @icedruins
the amount of effort siena is pouring into the task at hand is exhausting to watch, and while she thrives under pressure, labor was not what she had dreamt up for her afternoon. she was, however, resistant to saying no, so this is where she found herself. "don't tell me you're just going to stand there and watch me do all the heavy lifting." she wipes a stray lock of hair from her face and looks at the figure standing in front of her. "or at least clap for me. i’m giving an award-winning performance over here."
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the biting chill of the ice rink usually sends people packing the second the horn sounds, but siena stays tucked away in the bleachers, completely locked in as her fingers fly across her keyboard. there was something addictive about reporting on hockey and its pressure cooker environment. she shifts her focus from her half-written article, a smile spreading over her face as she watches the figure approach up the steps. "you coming over here to defrost?" she asks. "now that I have you, though, what do you think of this headline for a topic i'm working on: who needs a front tooth anyway?"
closed starter: any muse, @va1nglory.
"I swear... people have one party and think it's okay to be assholes for the entire week after." And she's trying—really trying—to have some patience but god. Every interaction today feels like it was designed just to piss her off.
"Get me out of here before I actually start losing my shit."
romy was sitting on the edge of a treatment table of the athletic training room, an ice pack strapped to their shoulder, lazily unlacing their skates. when bibi knocks the door open, guns blazing and venting about her day, romy looks up, eyebrows raised. the girl was practically vibrating with pure frustration. romy finishes yanking off their second skate, tossing it into their duffel bag before turning toward her. a faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of their mouth, completely unbothered by her temper because, honestly, they got it. slinging the bag over their good shoulder and tossing the ice pack into the trash, they reach into their pocket and jingle their keys. "i'll start the car and you can tell me about it. where we headed? food, bar ... rage room? or are you ready to go home?"
there was something about the casualness of the conversations that came in the presence of romy that always ignited a sense of excitement within their gut. “ don't flatter yourself, maybe i'd like it better if you shut up. ” head tilts towards the other with a slight smirk tugging on features. although working as a bartender provided them with the ability to have the bickering back and forth, it was moments like these: just off a shift, body and mind exhausted but mind sharp for replies, that they lived for. “ cocky, i'd like to see you try. ” and with that, kim is leaning forward more in their seat, reaching down to grab hold of a glass before opening the sprout to pour the chilled beer from the draught. foam top is perfected, body slowly resting back into the but now sideways, facing the other as the glass is brought up to their lips, a slow but steady chug. seconds pass, drink half finished. “ you were saying? sorry, was too focused on how delicious this is. ” another grin. “ although i do recall the topic of sharing, and i'm sorry to disappoint, but i don't share. ”
romy’s seen kimmy command crowded bar before, but they prefer them just like this, at the end of a shift, running on pure fumes and stubborn momentum. leaning a hip against the counter, romy's eyes narrow with intensity. "you sure you want me to shut up? because you seem to be paying very close attention." they track the choreography of kimberly pouring at the tap, humored by the performance; it's a blatant taunt, but romy is willing to yield the upper hand, their gaze tracking the rhythmic movement of kim's throat with every slow, teasing swallow. their eyes roll in playful annoyance when kim claims the conversation had completely slipped their mind, prompting romy to murmur, "unfair..." as they bridge the remaining distance until the air between them feels thick and heavy. slowly, romy reaches out, fingers sliding over kim’s hand where it's grabbing the cup, asking softly, "can i persuade you?" as they tilt their head, they graze their fingers gently along the back of the other's knuckles. kim did hold every ounce of leverage, and romy is more than ready to be happily worn down, letting their voice drop to a quiet murmur, "please, kimmy?" they give kimberly's knuckles a gentle, teasing nudge with their thumb. "i'll drive you home and you won't have to raise a finger for the rest of the night."
"mm-hmm, that's true. yes, you can't go wrong with daptone." he nodded, as if deep in thought. lowering his voice, he said, "i don't understand anything you're saying. but i wanna seem like i know stuff about music too." he let out a faint laugh. he checked the back of the vinyls, finding a record by some dudes called thee sacred souls. "is this a good one?" he sighed. "i owe you. thank you. if you ever need money or to destroy your enemies, let us know. my grandpa is very rich and powerful."
an amused laugh left romy’s lips, their smirk widening at the sudden confession. "fake it until you make it. bold strategy," romy glanced down at the record in his hands, tracking the artwork on the jacket of the record before engaging in a slow, approving nod. at the mention of rich grandpas and destroying enemies, romy lets out another faint chuckle. "good to know," romy says, tilting their head. "i'll keep the enemy destruction in my back pocket for a rainy day. should i be scared of this man?"
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✦ ・ cereal was never olivia's first choice for actual breakfast, yet she found herself in the recovery bowl loading up a bowl of cereal in her rush before her morning class. " does this actually fill you up to last the morning? " she'd tried to pick something that had more to it then just sugar.
"probably not," romy amusedly picked up the cereal box as they approached the counter, giving it a quick glance over before reaching their hand in and eating a pinch. "terrible breakfast, but it'll be a perfect midnight snack." they set the box back down, tapping the side of it. they swallowed the bite. "i give it an hour and a half tops before your stomach starts making a scene in the middle of a lecture. take a snack," they looked around. "or ... you could wake up about 10 minutes earlier next time and have something more substantial."
"it's a shame you got here before me," savannah huffed out in a sarcastic fashion. after a stressful week of classes, the girl had been itching to head to the record store for some much needed tlc. music was perhaps her biggest passion in life, next to pursing a career in medicine. tapping her nails on the bin next to the other, she raised a brow. "well, have you found anything decent so far? it's been a minute since i've been here myself."
romy's fingers paused on the edge of a vinyl sleeve, "hey, slacker." they murmured, looking up at savannah. "honestly, you haven't missed much. nothing new." romy flicked through a couple more records before tilting their head. "come help me find something decent." they suggested, moving to the side and continuing to flip through the sleeves. "what's been taking over your life?"
wanted connections - siena
"if you want to have the rest, go right ahead." she really didn't mind or care. the one thing she made the baked goods for was for her and others to eat. just letting them sit there was a waste if anything. "if you think that's good. you should try the cheesecake i made the other day." a chocolate chip cheesecake. a newer recipe she had made. "i think we both know that bella loves you a lot. whenever she sees you walking up the stairs to my house, she gets excited." she pointed out as she looked over at them.
with a satisfied hum, romy finished eating the baked treat. "you're spoiling me; if you keep feeding me like this i'm never leaving your couch again." they smiled at the mention of the dog. "can't blame her for getting excited when she knows i'm her favorite guest." at the mention of a chocolate chip cheesecake, their eyebrows shot up. "if you've actually got a chocolate chip cheesecake sitting in the fridge right now, i may have to move in permanently."
Detective Amy Santiago, an unapologetic brownnoser who has seven brothers, so she’s always trying to prove how tough she is.
