i wrote the words to the swan song

[vainlla-blog]

TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).

[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)

[text]: send me pictures

[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?

[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU

[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore

[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)

[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore

[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!

[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho

[text]: i love you so fucking much

[text]: i hate you

[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U 

[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you

[text]: i need you. now.

[text]: please respond. im so worried about you

[text]: last night was so GOOD

[text]: what are you wearing? ;)

[text]: is he bigger than me?

[text]: did you sleep with her ?!

[text]: you’re just a slut

[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!

[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot

[drunk text]: im iss youu

[text]: bed or floor? ;-)

[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !

[text]: i want you naked.

[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?

[text]: i want to show you how much i love you

[text]: do you hate me?

[text]: i’m so sorry

[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT

[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..

[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off

[text]: netflix and chill? 

[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss

[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol 

[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)

[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

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needmoresleepers​:

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Frankie’s eyes widened as Esme took a step forward. She knew that this must be a part of the warfare- overwhelm the enemy with all the tactics, from the dangling of a non-kickassing consequence, to the callous indifference that implied Esme expected no issues with beating Frankie in a fight, to the slight jump in her heart rate that came with having a pretty person in such close proximity. 

She took a shaky step back. “Woah- kiss me or kick my ass, but you can’t have both.” She held up a hand between them, just in case Esme lunged at her. For either kissing or ass-kicking, naturally. Then, she looked around. Did the people in the hallways hear? Would she be confronted with rumors about it?

  That was a peculiar defense for Frankie to see fit, and between either option Esme was given, it would have been the latter, but violence hadn’t gotten her that far in terms of being left the fuck alone mostly, and her preference lied in the less exerting options of words, even if “Frankie Balboa” was opting for a different path. “I’ve marked off my Hollingsworth Bingo square already, sorry to disappoint. I’m not interested in doing either of those things with you. You demanded I help you find your bra, very rudely, I might add, and I did so. My work here is done. You’re welcome.”

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tyler-richardss​:

Tyler nodded. “Oh, okay.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, feeling better but now unsure if he should say goodbye and walk away or stay and try to strike up a real conversation with her since she hadn’t left yet.

It was an awkward enough impasse without the lingering stare demanding its presence be known, but it wasn’t anything Esme could put her blinders up for, tempted as she may have been. “Who are you, even?”

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𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨📲 {Open!}

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: See, the thing is, you wouldn't be my waitress at all. That's the beauty of it!

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: So, what counts as an incentive here? Because I'm pretty sure it's illegal for me to pay you with stuff that isn't money...

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒: That was rhetorical, it would be valid for anyone.

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒: Nothing, I don't want to do it, I don't need anything and I have dance anyway. You're better off choosing literally anyone else, I would hate being waited on by me. Why can't Frankie do it?

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TWITTER.

@songz: what I think is that if you use it to gossip abt me again we're going to have bigger problems than you forgetting underwear

@thetobesterpodcast: ...just checked my underwear drawer, I'm not missing anything. Do you have some briefs with "Toby Isaacs" written on the tag?

@songz: no, the only place that name is written is on my list.

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tyler-richardss​:

Ouch. Tyler felt the metaphorical wind knocked out of him at her response. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of something that would get him out of the hole he’d dug himself into without realizing. Frowning, he spoke again, this time sincerely.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I won’t try to justify it with an explanation or something because obviously it was a stupid mistake and- Can we start over?” Tyler asked her.

It didn’t crack the case, Esme still content to believe he’d meant his words to perturb, but an apology, even one out of fear of her (metaphorical) bite was a welcome change from how most of her verbal scuffles ended.

“Fine,” she opted, slightly unconvinced, but at least willing to avoid one more conflict. “But I really wasn’t talking to you, I was airing grievances. To myself.”

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TWITTER.

@thetobesterpodcast: So... thoughts on that first episode?

@songz: what I think is that if you use it to gossip abt me again we're going to have bigger problems than you forgetting underwear

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𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨📲 {Open!}

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: I'll have you know I meant to send it to everybody who got it!

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: Not even for the money money money?? 👀 🤑🤑🤑

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒: Why did that sound so proud

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒: Would YOU want me as your waitress? I don't need money, that's not incentive, sorry.

[somno-daddy-rp]

SEND 🌿 to find out if my muse has the cilantro gene or not.

(if emoji isn't visible, send 'herb')

In case this is confusing to some. There's this thing called 'The Cilantro Gene'. If you have it, cilantro taste like soap. Just a mundane fact to learn or question about your muse(s)

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tyler-richardss​:

Expecting an agreement, he was thrown for a loop at her reply. It sounded irritated, like he’d made a mistake with his comment that, now that he thought about it, might’ve sounded sarcastic instead of trying to say something that sounded vaguely helpful. His brows furrowed, he tried to recover.

“Sorry, I just thought-“

There were two possibilities the way Esme saw it: one, she had utterly misconstrued the intentions of the other’s comments, ones he had actually made completely innocently towards her to diffuse the awkwardness, or two, he was being a jerk but one who wasn’t expecting Esme to hold her own and was now backpedaling to avoid further scorn. Both were equally viable to her, but considering she would feel like much more of a bitch if she leaned towards the former being the case, she went for the jerk route. “Thought you’d fit in at a new school better by acting like all the other jackasses around here to someone who did nothing to you?”

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darcyeds​:

she felt like she wasn’t getting anywhere with the other girl. she had set out simply to invite her to join friendship club and help end the baby project and ended up talking herself into a grave. and knowing esme’s reputation, she would likely start throwing dirt on top of her at any moment while the funeral march played in the background. “i’m really not trying to be malicious at all,” she was grateful that she realized that and maybe today was not going to be darcy’s death day. “i just totally talk without thinking sometimes. i need to really work on that if i want to make new friends and recruit new members,” she told her. it was all too easy for darcy to get caught up in the moment and not realize just how judgmental she was as a result of her raising. she wasn’t sure how, but she needed to learn how to balance the principles that her faith was ground in and not being a judge-y bitch. she was a work in progress. “oh, good. not that you shouldn’t talk about it,” she tried to cover quickly, “i mean, it’s your life, do what you want. but like i figured you’d have people you were closer with to talk about it to. so yeah, i’m glad we agree on not,” she waved her hand in front of her throat like she was cutting the conversation, “giving me the details,” she knew she was still just talking too much rather than letting bygones be bygones. “look, no offense, but i don’t really want to think about my parents acting on impulse,” or think about them at all even though she was the one who had brought up the conversation, “but i’m sure they did some things without thinking or impulsively, but they didn’t do everything until after they were married, i’m sure of it,” her cheeks were reddening just thinking about what she was defending. she wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for esme agreeing to keep her secret or feel some other type of way because of the way she phrased it. sure, it was natural, but that didn’t mean she should allow herself to feel them. right? that was a thought she wasn’t quite ready to explore. “thanks, i think,” she told her.

darcy’s claim went without saying; esme had duly noted long before they’d gotten to this point in the... kind of resolving conversation that darcy’s words were impulsive. not that esme’s hadn’t been, but she presumed that one of them cared a little bit more about how they came off right now. “do you think i just sit in a drum circle bragging or something?” this query was much less accusatory in tone than the only defenses had been, mostly because to esme, that’s kind of in the realm of what she was picturing. “whatever i do is between me and who i’m doing it with. i can almost guarantee you that if you picked any three rumors out of thin air that you’ve heard about me, they would be false. i don’t tell you details, nor anyone else.” and maybe that was in large part because esme did not in fact have people close enough to talk about such details, but darcy didn’t need to know that. she wasn’t quite as assured about the restraint as the daughter of those in question but then esme had never met them, maybe they were keen on depravation too and that wasn’t her place to disprove, nor was she looking to escalate this back and forth through the entire edwards’ bloodline when a civil conclusion was already this tenuous. “you’re welcome,” she returned, not correcting that the gratitude didn’t really need that much thought. small steps.

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𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨📲 {Open!}

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: Hi!! So, you know how you're my favourite person EVER and also I'm YOUR favourite person ever?? 😊

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: How would you feel about joining me for a shift at the Cantina tonight? Pretty please? Like, you don't even know, this please is so pretty. I did its makeup.

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: And like three seperate people called out sick, so...

𝓛𝓸𝓵𝓪✨: Will you do it??? Please? You can keep my tips too!! 🥺

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒: on the off chance you actually did mean to send this to me, I don't have the patience or the attitude for any of that, sorry.

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tyler-richardss​:

Tyler had never been a fan of makeup. Not that it didn’t make others look amazing- he just had never worn it unless forced to when he was younger. He was dysphoric about lots of things, which included makeup. He’d always wished he wasn’t, because he’d love to be comfortable enough to, but that was just the cards he’d been dealt. As a result, he wasn’t up to date on even the simplest things about buying the products.

This all culminated in him being fake sympathetic towards the girl who had the locker next to his. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could make himself actually care? So, he replied. “Oh, that’s definitely, probably why. Those lazy liner makers- you should definitely return it.”

Well shit, this probably wasn’t a one off, now was it? She didn’t answer right away, internally a tiny bit abashed by the revelation that the unfamiliar new presence was simply the first to point out the vocal dissatisfaction, something she now assumed and just as quickly accepted was routine for her. Oh well.

Zoning back in to the voice that brought her back to Earth in the first place, his sarcasm was hardly appreciated, Esme’s face pulling together into a frown at the unnecessary comment. “You asked me what I said and I answered you, I wasn’t complaining about it to you,” she noted, her day already a step further in the wrong direction than the rounded pencil had left her. “It was twelve dollars and I own a sharpener, I think I’ll survive.”

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needmoresleepers​:

“Well, sorry for being cautious,” Jenna said, on the defensive as she held her hands up, eyebrows furrowed. Then, with a sigh, she continued. “And I… I mean, I danced for a little, which was fun. And I, uhh…” had unprotected sex with a guy named Crawfish that got me pregnant, “…had a really good conversation with a guy. So it was fun, in a way, and I probably wouldn’t have had the convo without the extra leg that was shown off so… yeah. Ended well.” She smiled, putting on a bit of a show with it.

Humming a quiet acknowledgement, Esme let the offense die out, not finding it worth it to waste any remaining breath on venerating herself against Ariel. It would have been almost admirable that Jenna wasn’t a liar if the case was that she spoke honestly, rather than simply being bad at it, but Esme was still far from sold. She could have questioned the hearty pauses and the in a way or the probably, but pressing hadn’t gotten her all that far yet. “Maybe,” she opted, giving a short break from the third degree to cut into another hunk of her dinner. “But is that really the type of guy you want to have good... conversations with if you had to dress like someone else to get his attention?”

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School Hallway - - OPEN

@hqdbulletin

Tyler opened up his locker, putting his books from his first few classes inside before grabbing the ones he’d need after lunch was over. Hopefully the cafeteria at this school had plenty of options, or at the very least more than just salad. As he shut his locker, someone called out to him, surprising Tyler and making him nearly drop his textbooks.

“What?”

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For being so excited about her latest purchase, it was d letdown once Esme was able to rip into the package after homeroom that morning, muttering a complaint to the manufacturer as she neared her locker to stow the goods away for the time being. It would seem her complaints were a little more audible than she’d thought, the voice beside her drawing her away from her review. “...Kylie?” Perplexed, Esme repeated her most recent word spoken, turning to her unknown locker mate with a lifted brow. Brandishing the lipliner in her hand, she showcased the dull point, explaining, “my new lip liner didn’t come pre-sharpened. Probably why it was on sale.”

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for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too, i'd love to see me from your point of view. i wanna trust me the way that you trust me.

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needmoresleepers​:

Frankie stewed, angrily pressing her lips together for a moment, opening them to speak, before deciding that her comeback wasn’t good enough to voice yet. She clenched her fists, wishing for a moment that she was just a few inches taller and could be physically imposing, since her delicate fairy features made that a bit hard. 

“One day, Esme,” she began, face set in an intense line as she kept her shaking voice hushed. “I’m gonna kick your ass. It’ll be a surprise. That’s my promise.” He clenched fists were trembling. “It won’t be today, or the day after… but I swear to god, it’s going to happen.” She blinked. She had never threatened violence before, but somehow, this felt like the perfect moment to start. “And I will train for it, too. I may not seem scary right now, but this is before I start Rocky-style training to kick your ass.” 

At this point in time, would it really make a difference to have to dodge one more fight if Frankie’s spine ever decided to make good on her (likely veiled) threat? It wasn’t as if her reputation lost any of its... sparkle since the party, her outburst not coming as a surprise to most, so while it wasn’t her preferred repertoire, she supposed it wasn’t anything to fear if it came down to it.

“You realize you just make an open threat in a busy hallway of witnesses, yeah?” The slight tremor didn’t escape Esme’s notice, and perhaps that was why she didn’t put much thought into avoiding the fight - there was no guarantee that the two would have any interaction past this moment if this was the effect it had on Frankie, she’d tell herself that and take with a grain of salt the... sort of off-putting amount of thought Frankie was putting into the plans on her horizon. “Great, let me know when you’re in pro form,” she sighed, unable to resist taking a step forward until she was mere inches from Frankie’s face, reciting what was the singular thing she knew of the franchise, though the most fitting for the situation. Even if the half hearted Russian accent was subpar practice from her history with Zig, she kept a straight face before offering “I must break you.”