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I just can’t get rid of the feeling that I am a bad person with a good heart. I always want to do the right thing but in the end I’m fucking things up. In the end I’m always fucking things up.

blxckwinkel (via wnq-writers)

#queue ball #( notebook )

LOCATION: Zave’s room in the Alpha Zeta house TIME: 7:20 PM FOR: @killerquccns

“Y’know, I always ‘spected Aurora,” he says, tossing an inflatable basketball up into the air. “She always seemed a ‘lil suspicious to me. I don’t know, that whole innocent act--I didn’t buy it. And I guess now we know why.” Sitting up in his bed, he shoots the basketball into the small hoop sitting on the top of his door before he turns to her and adds, “Least we can go back to our normal lives now, huh? No more craziness, ‘vestigation: solved?”

#this took me so long #i am... THE most sorry i am so slow i swear in my past life i was a tortoise #( c. karley )#( interactions )#consider this me fulfilling your 'investigating the director'' request from 127575 months ago :^)

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#( notebook )#queue ball

lol-post

Well I know where I’m going motor boating this weekend.

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I’m laughing so fucking hard

#( notebook )#queue ball

g0d-of-thunder

#( notebook )#queue ball

lmaonade

just a heads up if i ever act dumb i’m joking. i’m 100% smart and know literally everything

#( notebook )#queue ball

vxolentdelxghts:

Minhyun was in one of the cooking labs, trying to perfect the perfect tart. He had several different flavors: Apple, Lemon, Raspberry, Lime, Orange, and a blueberry tart. He wasn’t going to be able to eat all of these himself. So, he boxed up his tarts and headed out to the common area of campus. “Would anyone like to try some tarts? I promise they’re good, I just need an opinion.” He was offering them to anyone who passed by.

Without a phone to occupy him, Zave took to wandering the halls in search of entertainment. At first he began walking aimlessly, but before long, he got a whiff of something sweet and let his nose lead him the rest of the way to the cooking lab. “Tarts?” he repeated, peering over at the different pastries curiously. Cocking his head to the side as he took them all in, he asked, “Hey, these ain’t like Harry Potter, are they? I’m not gonna get a mouthful of earwax or nothin’?”

#sorry for the wait!!#( c. minhyun )#( interactions )#i've never heard of a cooking lab before! i googled it and now i wish my school had one lol

clairebears:

claire dug into her food, grinning widely at her friend. “c’mon, man. so what if it is?” she smirked, reaching out her chopsticks to snag one of his california rolls. “don’t wimp out on me now, zave. be classy for once!” she shoved the sushi in her mouth, humming happily at the familiar taste. it’d been too long since she’d gotten to catch up with zave, and this lunch was the perfect reprieve from the ghastly nightmares that campus life had become lately.

“Food was made to be cooked, Claire--Hey!” Zave’s jaw dropped before he grinned and reached over to snatch a piece off her plate: something fishy-looking and covered in brown sauce that might have been eel. Rolling his eyes playfully, he clamped down on a piece of sushi with his chopsticks--and, for good measure, stuck out his pinky like a classy guy. “If I die from this, I’m not leavin’ you anything in my will,” he said, shoving the offensive piece of mystery sushi into his mouth.

#I HAD TO #( c. claire )#( interactions )#i didnt know claire's fave so i just assumed they ordered a variety haha

@evababe: So I know it's early but if you're planning on asking me to the Valentine's Dance, let's sort it out now

@zavestorm: what makes u think someones gonna ask u to the dance lol

#im sorry i had to ajajajaja #( c. eva )#( interactions )

fearmongcr:

“It’s so funny how all I hear around campus are.. is… are people saying that they’re going to be alone on Valentine’s Day as if anyone could forget about all the insects, ghosts, and surveillance devices in our homes.” Marceline lets out a soft laugh as she glances up from the semi-completed world map she’s working on. “Have you got plans?”

“Uh, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I definitely haven’t seen any of that freaky stuff in MY room.” Which is pretty surprising, considering the Alpha Zeta house is still a little too quiet for him to bear most nights. “Nah, I don’t celebrate that crap. The only part I do celebrate for V-Day is Post-V-Day, aka All-Our-Fancy-Chocolates-On-Sale Day.” With a wave of his hand, he adds, “Besides, ain’t that like a month away? Do people really plan for this crap this far in advance?” Looking over her shoulder, he quickly gets distracted by what she’s working on. “What’s with the map? You goin’ on a trip or somethin’?”

#( c. marceline )#( interactions )#dont even worry about it my guy #my time management skills are at an all time low #(alL TiMe LoW haha)#i am so backlogged i need to get my shit in gear #be mr. shithouse #ok i dont wanna do too much dash spam so i'll be back later!

LOCATION: A sushi bar not too far from campus TIME: 12:01 PM FOR: @clairebears

“Remind me again why ya’ll eat this stuff?” Zave gave the sushi and sashimi on his plate a look of suspicious disdain. "I get that this place is s’pposed to be tasty and all, but for twenty-five dollars I could be eatin’ like a king at Taco Bell.” He poked at a piece of California roll with one chopstick, squinting and peering into the layers inside the seaweed. “It’s not ... all raw in here, right?”

#( interactions )#( c. claire )#i couldnt resist