no time to regret

life is like a pipe, and i'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

[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.

[va1nglory]

wanted connections - siena

❝ ━━━ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂

best friends.

confidants.

childhood friends.

party friends.

enemies to friends.

wing(wo)men.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

unlikely friends.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

new friends.

❝ ━━━ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋

family friends.

cousins.

❝ ━━━ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

flirtationship.

friends with benefits.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

tinder match.

first love.

unrequited crush.

previously friendzoned.

friends with benefits.

enemies with benefits.

childhood crush.

one leads the other on.

beard.

one night stand or fling that was regretted later.

❝ ━━━ 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

enemies.

frenemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

negative influence.

competition.

❝ ━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

friend of a sibling.

study buddies.

acquaintances.

roommates.

project partners.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

[midncghtxrain]

"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.

[va1nglory]

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."

[shayemitchell]

[mira-ida]

Detective Amy Santiago, an unapologetic brownnoser who has seven brothers, so she’s always trying to prove how tough she is.

[giorgiawhighan]

CAMILA MORRONE on instagram

[xno-chill-memesx]

[jonaaaa]

me 2 me: anything u want princess

[ofjuv3nile]

romy's voice is like honey, dripping easily into their ears and causing a sense of ease to begin cascading over the entirety of their body. there's a soft scoff at the words that are stated, brows raising before turning towards the other. “  i practically do live behind the counter. can't help it, i'm a hot commodity.   ” left eye winks with ease, body sitting up to lean against the bar top by bent elbows, loose strands of hair falling from the clawclip that seemed to be holding on by a thread after the day they'd had behind the counter. somehow, they preferred the busyness of customers, having to juggle multiple orders and pouring endless beers compared to rushing around and deep cleaning the disgust that built up when ignored. “  see, i'm hearing a lot of words, but not a singular please, kimmy.   ” lower lip pouts outwards, although there's barely any effort or exaggeration to show that they are truly hurt; jokester by nature, never one to take life or situations too seriously. “  wouldn't it fucking suck if i got up right now, grabbed that ice cold bottle of beer and then drank it infront of you?  ”

[va1nglory]

romy lets out a low, amused hum, their gaze follows the loose strands of hair escaping the claw clip. "can't argue with that." their focus lingers, tracking the way they lean over the bar top before settling on the faux pout. the challenge makes the smirk on her face widen. "i don't know, i think you like hearing me talk." they absolutely live for this kind of effortless back-and-forth. rushing around all day didn't leave much room for fun, but this playful friction was quickly becoming their entertainment for the evening, and they had zero intention of letting the game end. "fine, go ahead. drink it in front of me; odds are i'll find a way to get a taste." they keep an amused smile, unbothered by the threat of losing their drink. "but you've worked hard enough today," they add, tone becoming more grounded but no less magnetic. "grab a couple of whatever your favorite is and let's see if i can talk you into sharing. i'm not about to let you have all the fun tonight."

[thsoo]

NIGHTMARE SCENARIO: being alone in a car with your crush while you're not doing great in like... any manner. ankle aside, trixie is on edge. she's so anxious and restless about things lately that she feels like curling into herself and not interacting with anyone for a week. "can i... um... can i assist you? if i can be useful, tell me how." that's all she really wants to be right now. useful. and she'll try, even with the sprain, and even though romy looks so distractingly gorgeous right now that she almost wishes they'd stay far away.

[va1nglory]

romy gestures for trixie to sit before heading to the back of the car, popping open the trunk. in it, she has a first aid kit - part of a 'college survival kit' parting gift from her oh so proud parents. while at first she rolled her eyes at it, the more she had learned in her classes about body movement and preservation, she had learned to value safety and found confidence in understanding the mechanics behind it all. of course, the same grace was never given to herself when injured, but she felt a compelling need to keep trixie, nay her team intact. romy walks back around to where trixie is sitting in the back seat, cold pack and tape in hand. they sit on the ground, again reaching for trixie to hold her injured ankle outside of the car. unfazed by the anxious energy in the car, an amused smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "jesus, trixie, dial it back. you're nursing a hurt ankle, you're not on a performance review" she teases, starting to skillfully wrap the girl's ankle. "seriously, stop trying to work for your keep." romy stands up, walking to the opposite side of the car before easing into the same row as trixie, activating and placing the cold pack on the center console. "elevate," she directs, leaning back against the seat. "all you and your ankle need right now are to chill."

[va1nglory]

that’s siena montero , the michigan state university journalism student , they're twenty-three years old and are known to be observant and impatient. their go to karaoke song is man! i feel like a woman! by shania twain.

❝ ━━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 Full Name: siena nicole montero Nicknames: sie, nena (family) Age: 23 Birthday: may 11th Zodiac Sign: taurus Birthplace: ann arbor, michigan Gender: cis female Pronouns: she/her Sexual Orientation: bisexual Relationship Status: single Alignment: chaotic good MBTI: estp Hobbies: reading, journaling, playlist curation Likes: iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espressos, being right, honesty, social events, game day atmospheres Dislikes: arrogance, smudged ink, stereotypes Fears: imposter syndrome, stagnation, getting played Education: majoring in journalism at michigan state Languages Spoken: english / spanish

❝ ━━━ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

a 1.5-acre property encompassed by forest trees in ann arbor was where siena grew up, holding her own against three brothers.

growing up alongside two older brothers and one younger one, siena became tough, smart and loyal.

her mom s an interior designer, and her dad worked as a sports radio producer, initially starting with soccer but adapting to the michigan winter climate in his early career days to include hockey. this sparked a love for journalism in siena; in order to participate in the conversations, she had to not only learn the ins & outs but be sharp. siena's dad taught her to ask the important questions and how to spot a story.

growing up, the house was always buzzing with sports news and analysis; her brothers all played hockey and/or soccer in the off season.

her mom ran the house like a tight ship, maintaining order and organization, and taught siena how to keep a sanctuary.

the definitive journalism spark happened during her junior year of high school. frustrated by the boring, cookie-cutter profiles in the school paper, siena took over the sports column. her first feature was a deep-dive into the psychological pressure of the varsity team's rivalry game.

she's majoring in journalism to pursue sports journalism & broadcasting.

❝ ━ personality:

a blend of intellect and slightly chaotic energy

passionate and bubbly, can engage with anyone in conversation

always looking for different perspectives and stories, she is very attentive and observant

smart to a fault, has a bad habit of correcting people

well-rounded, extroverted! loves being around others

strong work ethic, works well under pressure but thrives on being prepared

❝ ━ tidbits:

she can be found by the hockey rink multiple times a week, taking notes and gathering data on players and games to report on.

she has a lucky black gel pen that she believes she needs in order to put out good quality work

her closet is color-coded

her family group chat is 90% sports trash talk

she hates the puck bunny trope. because she grew up with two older brothers who played hockey, siena has seen the entire system from the inside. she knows how they talk in the locker room, and she knows the practiced lines they use on girls at parties.

nothing infuriates her more than walking into the rink and having an assistant coach or a defenseman assume she’s only there to land a date with a star player.

[giorgiawhighan]

CAMILA MORRONE getting ready for the MET Gala (2026)

[moldavite]

there's so much i don't know. how do i learn everything by tomorrow

[loveridden1999]

whatever needs to be said was said in iris by the goo goo dolls

[ofjuv3nile]

for who: open for anyone where: campus bar

afternoon shifts dragged during the week, especially with sports teams in full throttle. fingers clinging to a stench of citrus after spending most of the shift prepping for the night shift, refusing to be seen as one of those workers that did the bare minimum. relief rushes through veins when they rest their body into one of the tall-made chairs at the bar, a slow exhale before turning towards the individual sneaking into the seat next to them. “  bartender just ran to get some more bottles, and i'm off the clock.   ” sharp warning, but minimal bite behind the bark. “  if you ask nicely, i may be convinced to go back on my feet to get you something.   ”

[va1nglory]

romy slumps into the tall barstool, letting out a slow exhale that feels months in the making. they needed more than a breather, though, after one of the more demanding days of hockey practice, which is how she found herself at the campus bar. before they can even think about looking around for service, a shadow cuts through as someone slides into the stool right next to them. hearing the sharp warning, off the clock, a faint smirk pulls at the corner of romy's mouth, unfazed by the lack of actual venom behind the bark. "off the clock, huh? and here i thought you lived behind that counter." romy peers behind the bar before leaning in a fraction closer, meeting the other's gaze. "if I say please right now, you're gonna make me repeat it," romy challenges, "but that sounded like an offer, and there's a cold bottle of beer right there in that fridge with my name on it."

[petalsonice]

fingers  ran  over  the  records  as  she  moved  through  the  isles  not  really  paying  attention  at  that  time,  only  there  for  the  distraction  the  store  brought  her.  gaze  catches  the  other  a  smile  spreading  over  her  features,  she  leans  next  to  the  crate  they  were  flipping  through  "  but  what  if  i'm  here  to  look  at  the  patrons  ?  "  she  teases  "  can  never  go  wrong  with  rock  but  noise  does  intrigue  me.  what  are  you  looking  for  ?  "

[va1nglory]

the rhythmic flick of romy's fingers against the vinyls comes to a halt and their face settles with familiar amusement. "if you're here to people watch, then i may have to join you." they let out a chuckle, leaning their weight back against the wooden bin. "i'm just hunting down some old reissues. nothing crazy. what about you? are you actually trying to find a record, or just here for the air conditioning?"

[offornites]

james loved a good record store like needle & groove so when he got the chance to visit he would. he had a growing collection at his place and was always interested in adding more. he took his time glancing at each selection not sure yet what he wanted. hang a voice, he looked up at them with a chuckle. ''don't worry. I wasn't in a rush to look at that crate. oh hey thanks.'' he turned to look at the classic rock. ''what's your favorite ?''

[va1nglory]

romy watched him for a beat, deciding he seemed harmless enough to engage with. "favorite is a loaded word in a place like this." romy started, turning to also face the section. she slid her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, looking over the options. "i got a copy of led zeppelin III here a long time ago, can never go wrong with that one." they tilted their head slightly, "what do you usually like?"