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[ripleyfm]

spoiledveins​:

          ⥽  getting  shit - faced  and  up  to  precarious  places  they  definitely  shouldn’t  be  was  probably  the  college  experience.  cj  doesn’t  think  she  even  knows  ripley’s  last  name  (  what  a  surprise  it  would  be  when  she  found  out  that  W A S  her  last  name;  followed  by  insistent  pestering  for  her  first  name  )  yet  this…  relationship,  or  mutual  understanding — whatever  it  was,  meant  the  world  to  cj.  they  could  just  lay  it  all  down,  whatever  IT  was,  and  not  fear  about  being  judged  or  chewed  out  for  it.  it  was  a  nice  break  from  all  the  s h i t  they  had  to  endure  here.  the  platinum  blonde  smiles  sweetly  at  her  company,  a  soft  chuckle  leaving  her  lips  at  her  words.  ❝  i  mean,  i  feel  pathetic  AT  LEAST  six  times  in  a  day,  and  then  re - think  every  decision  and  thing  i’ve  ever  said.  ❞  a  soft  sigh  leaves  cj’s  lips,  reality  crushing  her  a  little  to  hard  as  she  deflates.  god,  the  beach  sounds  like  such  a  dreamy  place  to  be  right  now.  but  no,  ripley  is  right;  it’s  not  WORTH  the  risk  of  drinking  and  driving.  though  at  her  statement,  cj  has  decided  to  already  answer.  petite  frame  turns  to  the  other,  leaning  into  her  body  and  reaching  out  for  the  bottle  of  jack  daniels  to  take  a  sip  for  themselves.  ❝  i  am  tiny.  i’m  only  five  feet  tall,  huh  ??  but  c’mon,  don’t  be  a  pussy.  i’d  l o v e  to  be  held  by  you.  ❞  the  words  are  said  with  a  giggle,  plump  lips  still  wet  with  the  whiskey  as  she  GHOSTS  them  along  ripley’s  throat;  ending  with  a  W E T  and  sloppy  kiss  to  her  cheek  to  try  and  coax  a  laugh  out  of  her.  ❝  you’re  so  w a r m.  ❞  cj  all  but  purrs,  an  arm  around  ripley’s  waist  as  she  stretches  across  her  like  a  cat.  a  cuddly  and  affectionate  drunk  was  all  she  was.

       “ WE HAVE the same brain or some shit man , i can’t fucking believe how much i feel every single thing leaving your mouth right now , ”    ripley gasps in near - shock , dark hues widening as somehow , cj always manages to hit the nail on the head . in her defense , she’s shit - faced enough to agree with just about anything the blonde says , but arguably , that shouldn’t discredit the heft which cj’s words carry . almost as quickly as she’s offered the idea , she’s forgotten it , instead transfixed on the words leaving cj’s mouth ( with equal attention payed to the lips they leave . )      “ i’m like a whole head taller than you . you’re a chin rest . ”    she lets out a laugh more akin to a shriek as she realizes the difference in stature between the two of them , as if it’s somehow the first time she’s noticed . a lazy smile takes to her features , cheeks reddened with the equal nip of the late night chill and buzzed glow .      “ you couldn’t fucking handle these snuggles in your WILDEST dreams , ”      she bellows , too loudly , and too enthusiastically , but she’s clearly trying to poke jests at the companion she has before her .    “ you absolutely wish , scaletta ! ”       sloppy movements welcome the other into her lap , eyes clamping shut to allow her skin the sensation of cj’s kisses . she’s unable to tell if the stench of jack is on cj’s breath or her own , and isn’t quite sure which would be worse at this point , but with the femme curled into her lap , ripley snakes an arm behind the other’s back to cradle her , fingers stroking softly on the hip at which they land . her tone drops into a softer mumble , still in the haze of her own inebriation , but eyes so sincere and locked onto the blonde in her lap , one could swear she’s not actually STRUGGLING to sit up straight .     “ i don’t think you’re pathetic , for the record . ”     her nose buries into the shell of the other’s ear , lips brushing lightly against the blonde’s earlobe with warm baited breath as she slows to pick the perfect words , biting her lip pensively as if to avoid a misstep .    “ i think you’re ... perfection . ”

#* ◞ cj s : 001 . #spoiledveins #❪ ripley's head is empty no thoughts except for tpain's buy u a drank playing on loop

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santiortiz​:

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑  :   @ripleyfm​     .

     santiago   is   completely   drenched   in   water   from   the   rain   that   suddenly   decided   to   downpour   on   him   ,      and   the   cherry   on   top   of   the   cake   is   that   he’s   lost   ,      so   he   thinks.   his   feet   know   the   exact   route   he’s   taking   ,      for   he’s   been   there   one   too   many   times.   this   is   a   dumb   idea   ,      but   he   doesn’t   know   that   ,      he’s   not   even   in   his   right   state   of   mind   to   think   about   what’s   right   and   wrong   right   now   and   frankly   he   doesn’t   even   care.   desperate   hands   knock   frantically   at   the   dorm   room   ,      he   wipes   the   beads   of   rain   off   of   his   face   as   he   awaits   the   door   to   be   opened.   will   she   even   open   it   and   give   him   the   time   of   day   ?   he’s   already   here   and   he   can   deal   with   the   consequences   another   time   ,      but   for   now   he   just   wants   her   and   to   be   in   her   presence   for   some   comfort   and   calmness   in   his   life   even   if   he   wouldn’t   remember   this   in   the   morning.   puppy   dog   eyes   flash   up   at   the   girl   as   soon   as   she   opens   the   door   and   he   wants   to   engulf   her   in   his   arms   but   he   refrains   momentarily.   ‘   can   i   come   in   ?   ’   he   asks   ,      hint   of   desperation   in   his   tone   are   extremely   apparent.

           RIPLEY SHOULD know better . it’s the phrase she thinks every time the male is involved , each time she lets him snake his way back into her life , each time she reaches out to him after telling him to never talk to her again — she knows she shouldn’t , she should know better .  but here he is , standing before her when she knows she should turn him away , the beads of water dripping down his face reminding her of the thin gleam of sweat they’d both inevitably get when dancing together at parties , faded off their asses and in their own little world . she crosses her arms over her chest — granted , he’s seen her in LESS , but she feels exposed in the oversized sweatshirt and old athletic shorts she’s worn to bed . she hates how out of control his presence makes her feel , the knowledge that she can turn him away twice and always give in on the third time , that he knows her rules will always somehow bend for him .      “ oh my god , santi , you idiot , ”     she finally groans , grateful her roommate is out for the night as so to not bother her . part of her figures that whatever reason he has for being caught out in the rain , he probably DESERVES it   ;   and yet , she can’t bring herself to leave him out and soaked through when he looks so damn soft .    (   she can’t recall this look in his eyes , but she sure as hell won’t ever forget it . )   she reaches out with a groan of exasperation , taking a fist - full of his soaked shirt in her grip and yanking him inside the room . she’s half - asleep and she knows nothing about this can be good , and the phrase rings through her head again , as it always does when she’s about to let herself spiral into santiago’s atmosphere once more : she should know better . she squints at him , trying to let her eyes adjust to the new figure in the dark , eyeing his soaked clothing as her tone drips with a hostility and annoyance masking her concern .     “ it is so FUCKING late right now , what stupid - ass excuse could you possibly have ? ” 

#* ◞ santiago o : 001 . #santiortiz #❪ the way i didnt want nor ask for this bc i knew what it would do to my mf heart #>:(

[ripleyfm]

             ･ﾟ☀   TALLULAH  RIPLEY  :  INSTAGRAM

mentioning :  @lyratheworld , @gcdslike , @santiortiz , @maikens .

#* ◞ 𝖒𝖞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝒕𝒐 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 . ❪ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : SOCIAL MEDIA . #* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : SANTIAGO . #* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : MAIKEN . #* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : BENNY . #* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : LYRA . #❪ tried to go for a black then white aesthetic and then gave up for the stories #sounds about right . SKSKSK

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         * with @maikens

#* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : MAIKEN . #❪ EDIT OF : *new best friend #but yeah this is p much the energy i picture thanks !

[ripleyfm]

         *  with  @santiortiz​

Euphoria (2019—) Created by Sam Levinson

#* ◞ 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑦 ， 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 . ❪ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : SANTIAGO . #🤪 #this is after they havent talked for 3 days and literally neither has said or has any intention TOsay sorry sksksk

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dolcevitals​:

CLOSED  starter  for  @ripleyfm​  ⤹  location:  holloway  auditorium

          ⥽  amelie  p a c e s  the  stage,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  as  she  keeps  looking  to  the  double  doors;  expecting  the  cello - ist  to  come  through  at  ANY  second.  well,  she  hoped  she  would.  amelie  was  N O T  one  for  tardiness,  making  sure  she  was  always  at  least  fifteen  (  sometimes  even  twenty  )  to  any  function.  finally  hearing  the  double  doors  open,  amelie  spins  around  to  see the  girl  coming  in.  ❝  you’re  late.  ❞  the  ballerina  deadpans,  an  icy  glare  staring  the  other  girl  down.  so  much  for  first  impressions,  huh  ??

         “ I’M AWARE . ” 

      there’s no attempt to offer an explanation , no excuse at her lips — ripley figures someone who opens with such AGGRESSION without a second thought likely isn’t interested in whatever ripley is about to say unless it’s a groveling apology ( and good luck to whoever expects such a thing from the bull headed cellist . )      “ i’m usually not , i swear , ”      she lies through gritted teeth , wanting something , anything , to get this girl off whatever high horse she’s mounted . it’s fifteen minutes , not an hour , ripley rationalizes to herself , wheeling her instrument case to her seat and fishing for her sheet music .      “ i’m tallulah , ”      she offers as some kind of middle ground — though she feels the attitude of this girl hasn’t warranted the HONOR of getting to call her by the same name her friends do . it’s small , and it’s stupid , but it’s something to give her some sense of getting back at the other ( even if she won’t admit the other’s well - earned right to be pissed . )       “ do you usually skip the whole formalities thing ? or should i just call you dancer number two ? ”

#* ◞ amelie t : 001 . #dolcevitals #❪ *bill y eichner and his gang of lesbians come sprinting thru the auditorium doors

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hqkaia​:

kaia’s legs entangled within ripley’s much lengthier legs as the pair giggled in kaia’s bed passing the moet & chandon champagne bottle that kaia’s parents gifted her as per tradition of the start of a new school year, “sometimes i think about how i survived without you,” the moment turned a bit more serious as her own giggles subsided as she nuzzled herself closer to her girl friend. taking a sip from the bottle, she continued, “you quite literally are the best thing that’s happened to me since…you know.” she alluded to the death of her boyfriend from age 14 to 18. it wasn’t a subject she liked to discuss much because it was the one subject that could make her cry at any given moment, but with ripley she always allowed some sort of vulnerability to float between the two. “sorry, i know that made the energy in the room so much more blue and heavy than it was a moment ago, i just needed to let you know how i appreciate you.” she took another pull from the bottle before passing it to her pal. “sometimes i’m bad at letting people know they’re appreciated.” kaia candidly admitted in the dimly lit room that mostly was lit with fairy lights accompanied by two candles flickering both named ‘vampire blood’ (a mix of strawberries, transylvanian plums, and midnight jasmine)  in the true spirit of fall approaching. there was an undying sense of comfort when kaia was in the mere presence of ripley, it was unexplainable but she didnt even bother trying to explain it to outsiders who merely thought the pair were nothing more than best gal pals, often attached at one another’s hips. you see, the pair were never more than friends in a sense of emotional ties or feelings, but the pair sometimes found themselves having sleepovers. “you also really opened me up as a person, y’know?” her eyes locked with ripley’s as she went on with her semi-drunk rambling, “it’s like, i was sort of missing that freedom and excitement before i met you and let you into my little bubble i’ve created to keep a lot of people at arm’s length distance. i think i’m totally platonically, but also sexually, in love with you.” she finally errupted into more giggles lightening the energy surrounding them once again.  

      THERE’S VERY few people who ask ripley to elaborate on her relationship with kaia , which to an extent , she’s grateful for . there’s really no easy way to put to words all the intricacies of what the two share , especially with no succinct label to sum up moments like these .    “ where did all this come from ? ”    she questions softly following the other’s outburst , though the smile on her face indicates it’s not unwelcome .   “ i like blue , ”    she offers as a quick response , wanting to ensure kaia’s not made self conscious about her rambles .    “ it’ll be my new favorite color of the week , for you , ”    she assures her , hues fixed gently on the other with a warmth FEW others know .    “ i think you’re amazing at telling people what they need to hear . it’s like you always know . you’re so in tune with people . i wish i knew how to fucking do that , ”    she responds , and it’s true . ripley’s been the odd one out since she can remember , the loose canon in a lineup of perfectly composed siblings . she wonders if maybe that’s the root of her emotional limitations , her inability to let others know what she thinks and what she wants emotionally out of fear of being an inconvenience . perhaps after all those years of being treated like a nuisance , a part of her , however subconsciously , took it as truth . she runs her fingers along the length of the other’s arm , trailing gently against her skin as a motion of comfort .    “ open you up , dude , gross you weirdo , ”    she teases , wrinkling her nose at the other playfully .    “ i’m kidding . you’re so special to everyone you meet , and i’m glad i get to be SOMEONE to you . ”    ripley feels the haziness of her buzz warm her skin , but regardless of how inebriated she may be , something about such level of intimacy will always frighten her , especially with the premise of such emotional intensity . she doesn’t know much about kaia’s ex , if ripley should even call him that , but knows the other has faced her fair share of adversity getting to this point . she admires that in kaia , her unwillingness to let the past influence her future , something ripley feels sting like a slap of the cowardice she’s forced to face within herself . she’s overthinking again , she always is , and feels herself grow self conscious about her inability to meet kaia’s vulnerability , instead sitting up in the bed and untangling herself from the other .     “ oh c’mon , emily dickens , you’re off the shits . i’m cutting you off before you start saying you want to have my babies , ”    she jokes , though it’s obvious she’s trying to keep calm within herself for kaia’s sake . she’s not weirded out by the other’s monologue , she knows where she and kaia stand , but that doesn’t make her any less INSECURE about her own inability to be so in tune with her feelings .    “ i should’ve known you couldn’t handle that fourth glass . ”

#* ◞ kaia b : 001 . #hqkaia #❪ ripley said : sorry 4 ruining the vibe i'm Insecure #SSKSKKS #death mention tw #alcohol tw

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maikens​:

             THE START of the fall semester, and her subsequent return to the united states from bergen, maiken found herself within a newfound closeness to ripley. the two weren’t exactly INSEPARABLE, but with the way she seemed to avoid the same people that maiken attempted to  — well, it made the two spending time with each other rather ideal. she was explaining the workings of eu citizenship to the blonde, who seemed awfully confused with the workings  — or, rather, how nice it must’ve seemed in comparison, which confused maiken in return. though, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise; americans were taught to think of their country as the center of the universe, weren’t they?  “ you’re telling me you’ve never heard of that before? i mean, sure, there are drawbacks, but… for the most part that’s pretty much it. getting married to an eu citizen is your best bet. ”

             SHE’S ALMOST embarrassed at the circumstances it took to bond with the computer science major , maiken’s presence being the silver lining in an absolute shitstorm . the two clicked perhaps beyond 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  of their expectations , not that ripley would be complaining any time soon .    “ i mean i’ve heard of it , i just figured it only applied to birth citizens or something . it feels like the world’s coolest loophole , like someone’s gonna fuckin’ bust me for EXPLOITING it or something . ”      she laughs at the premise of an eu marriage , head tossing back as if to emphasize her point .    “ god , my mom’s finally gonna get her damn wish ! me 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  settling down and not ending up part of a sister wives nudist cult like she’s convinced i’d end up with . ”    and as exaggerated as it sounds , it’s true : the ripley matriarch had spent many a lecture haranguing the youngest child’s antics and how undesirable they’d make her to any ‘ decent suitor ’ in her eyes .     “  thanks for inadvertently volunteering yourself . i can tell by all those pics you post of home that you’re just WAITING for me to fall in love with norway’s charms and come begging you to let me be the new mrs . maiken duale . ”    she shoots a wide beam at her friend , holding up her left hand and wiggling her ring finger as if to emphasize her expectations . there’s a pause before her lips purse , thinking over the logistics of her travels that become more 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 with every passing conversation .    “ not to be an ignorant american , but how prevalent is the english there ? i’ll do my best to master norwegian but if my stupid portuguese lessons are any hint , you may not want to leave my side for 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 of our sakes , ”    she warns , before giving maiken a quick wiggle of her brow .    “ now that i think about it ? that’s a win win . i take it back . you’re STUCK being my tour guide wife .”

#* ◞ maiken d : 001 . #❪ i love them sm im laughing at myself #i want to be loved the way ripley loves maiken skskskks #also i gave up on double spacing bc lazy pls ignore !!! 🤪 #maikens

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goldhirsch​:

         jason’s gotten plenty of practice of hiding behind a smile these past couple years — that’d been part of the beauty being here in maine. no one really knew him BEFORE ; there was no one to play some convoluted game of spot the difference between pre-crash and post-crash jason. there’s still this nagging feeling that this isn’t quite right to turn that on ripley, but he he does it all the same, because he’s been FINE for three years now and really what’s one more reason to add that ?? ( it’s a morbid RELIEF to be upset over something so mundane as a fragmented friendship in a way — he wishes he didn’t have the thought as soon as it crosses his mind ; his therapist is sure going to have a hay day with that one ). his gaze drops to where he’s been idly turning her id card over and over and over between his fingers, a nervous habit of sorts that comes to a halt as he holds it out to her.     “ you dropped this — ”     he says. a simple statement that gives nothing away, except the fact that he’d cared enough to return it to her. his hands find their way to his pockets for a moment, head tilting slightly as he mirrors her RELAXED demeanor.     “ would’ve been kinda difficult to get food without it if you were planning on using campus cash. ”     the quip comes easy, even with whatever awkward tension lingers between them — oh, jason notices it for sure, he’s just trying very hard to pretend it doesn’t phase him.

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           SHE BITES her tongue ; in a sense , she always has — it’s hypocritical for ripley to tout herself as such a free - spirit when her thoughts are so often censored when they mattered most . she’s not ignorant to the 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲 of her own shortcomings , but what is there left for her to ask of jason ? he had made himself clear ; or at least , hadn’t proclaimed anything to the contrary . in ripley’s world , she’s alone in her sentiments , misread signals that a part of her wants to blame him for more than anything , and yet knows wholly that’s not FAIR to him in the slightest .     “ campus cash ? no way , ”    her nose wrinkles as if to feign offense at the mere suggestion . her tone is even , bordering serious , but with a clear playfulness that she falls into perhaps too 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 as the familiar male’s quip works to soften her resolve .     “ the salad bar lady and i have a thing on the side , good ole barter system y’know ? i haven’t payed for my own food in years , ”     she teases , eyebrows waggling in his direction . a tight - lipped smile precedes a soft breath , as if for ripley to center herself before reaching out to take the card in her own hand and offer him a nod of gratitude .    “ once again , jason to the rescue . THANKS , ”   she tells him , warm hues peering at him through lashes . she’s not exactly sure what she wants from this conversation , whether she should dismiss herself gracefully or attempt some kind of heartfelt connection , but she’s perhaps to mentally fried from the stress of navigating the awkward situation to choose ; instead , she 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 for simple niceties as she shifts her weight mindlessly from foot to foot .    “ are you heading this direction ? or just trying to wrack up your good karma for the day ? ”

#goldhirsch #* ◞ jason g : 001 .

[ripleyfm]

              ･ﾟ☀   good   morning   to   everyone   except   those   who   hate   on   legend   of   korra   !   skskskks   i’m   teddy   ,   i’m   a   lil   ole   baby   swinging   back   into   the   rpc   heart   emojis   a   -   blazing   !   this   is   my   lil   sunflower   chaos   seeker   known   as   ripley   ,   a   newer   muse   for   me   but   i’m   really   excited   to   flesh   her   out   here   with   some   extra   spooky   elements   .   i   have   a   god   awful   sense   of   humor   and   too   much   enthusiasm   for   angst   so   tbh   ?   come   get   y’all   PLOTTIN   JUICE   to   distract   me   from   thirsting   over   avatar   kyoshi   !  disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

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#❪ half of u have read this already but here's a new graphic with minimal changes to her bg ! #her daddy is white bc what is ripley ..... without the ripley surname ? 🤔

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          * 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  :  @spoiledveins​

     * TYPICAL COPING mechanisms from healthy adults don’t tend to include such vast levels of emotional repression , but part of why ripley and cj’s arrangement works so well is their mutual understanding that bottled feelings are much more successfully tucked away when 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 allowed to air out in drunken ramblings . though the two don’t claim to be anything remotely close to definable , their ability to get fucked up and let off even a tiny bit of emotional steam is something ripley is admittedly VERY grateful for .    “ on average , how many times a day is considered an acceptable amount to feel fucking pathetic ? ”   a snort leaves the blonde’s pursed lips , head thrown back as she lets out a groan , hair pulled into a messy bun with tendrils falling alongside cherubic features .    “ i hate being a downer but man what the literal 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 , ”     she breathes . her grasp on the neck of the jack daniels bottle tightens ever so slightly .     “ if i was not vehemently opposed to drinking and driving i would say we should go to the beach and enjoy the spray but — ”    she pauses in her rambles to peer over at the demigirl sitting with her on the rooftop of the decker house , where they admittedly shouldn’t even BE , but provides a welcome cover of privacy .    “ you’re tiny and it gets cold at night , and i’m not sure how much you’d 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 want me and my whiskey breath trying to hold you close for warmth . ”

#* ◞ cj s : 001 . #alcohol tw #❪ drunk ripley said : where my hug at 😳

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           * 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  :   @lyratheworld​

        * RIPLEY , AS with - the - wind as she tries to frame herself to be , spends an ungodly amount of time overthinking the world around her . she wonders if perhaps one such example would be the unseeming friendship she had struck up with her former tutor . not to say that lyra didn’t send her all the indications of equally valuing their friendship , in her own lyra way . something about the cerebral qualities of the brunette seemed to COMFORT ripley in a way she had never expected to grow so attached to ; in her own definitions of the world around her , she thought of their friendship as the perfect embodiment of the head and the heart . it’s because of this overthinking that she doesn’t realize the completely preventable chasm she’s putting between that is just that , 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 , and grows a pit in her stomach at the prospect of approaching the other female and hearing something she’s not ready for . she could drop the flashdrive off at any time she knows the other would be in class , but the recent chaos on campus leads her to feel an unyielding need to make sure her friend is at least ALRIGHT , even with the tension mounting between them .    “ hi , here’s your juul back , ”    she jokes as the door to lyra’s dorm opens following ripley’s knock . she holds out the silver usb stick that the two had shared between them for 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 last minute essay printings and group editing sessions before .    “ i know i should’ve texted to make sure you weren’t busy , but i found it in my backpack and figured i should make sure it gets back to you in case you have anything of value on it . ”

#* ◞ lyra k : 001 . #lyratheworld

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               * 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  : @maikens​

       *  RIPLEY’S  LIFE  seemed  to  be  a  sequence  of  less  than  ideal  circumstances  ,  she  noticed  ,  but  what  she  treasured  within  her  own  self  was  her  ability  to  𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞  the  shit  and  focus  on  redirecting  that  energy  .  though  her  method  usually  ended  up  with  less  than  ideal  CONSEQUENCES  ,  one  such  consequence  of  avoiding  one  of  her  best  friends  was  the  fact  that  it  forced  ripley  to  reach  out  beyond  her  usual  circle  —  landing  her  straight  in  the  lap  of  one  international  student  she’s  grown  particularly  fond  of  .  she’d  hate  for  maiken  to  get  the  impression  she’s  a  second  choice  ,  but  takes  gratitude  in  the  fact  that  despite  the  SHIT  going  on  in  her  own  overly  -  complicated  circle  ,  she  can  find  solace  in  fleshing  out  this  new  friendship  with  the  female  .  “  so  you’re  telling  me  𝐨𝐧𝐞  passport  is  good  enough  to  get  me  hassle  -  free  through  every  major  tourist  city  in  the  continent  ?  ”  she  asks  ,  a  repeat  of  an  earlier  concept  maiken  was  explaining  to  ripley  that  the  blonde  just  couldn’t  seem  to  wrap  her  head  around  as  the  two  shared  a  delivery  dinner  in  her  dorm  .  “  and  the  whole  fucking  thing’s  BARELY  the  size  of  texas  ?  ”

#* ◞ maiken d : 001 . #maikens #❪ my mental tag for them is 90 day fiance #jus thtought u should know

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goldhirsch​:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @ripleyfm​

          he’s still not sure where things went wrong and now it’s too late to ask ( or maybe it hasn’t been enough time to ask yet ). they hadn’t been dating ; that’d been the whole quietly whispered purpose of the ‘ fake ’ prefix attached to the relationship status — a perfect arrangement between two friends who had no interest in love and were tired of their friends and family suggesting otherwise. and it’s not like jason had exactly assumed that they’d be ‘ fake dating ’ forever, but he’d also assumed that he’d still keep a friend at the end of it — to not be left with that in the end felt almost like it had been an actual break up anyway. he doesn’t know if he loved her — well he did, as a friend at least ; that much was clear from how he felt when things started to fragment — and maybe that makes it harder to know exactly what he owes her now even without knowing the reasoning for her pulling away. it takes a bit more internal wrestling than he’d like when he spots her ID on the floor. it’s likely someone else will spot it and return it to her, and jason can avoid this whole situation — but he would know he didn’t and what if no one else did find it ?? fuck. he scoops up the id from the asphalt and jogs after her.     “ rip !! — hey rip. ”

           *  IN THEORY , it was the perfect arrangement , jason and ripley . two people so scared of the vulnerability behind falling in love , they refused to let themselves even 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 it , and in turn , managed to substitute their friendship for many of the situations that would otherwise work best with a relationship . jason SHOULD have been the easiest person in the world for ripley to come to , to maintain such an arrangement , and to keep these so rightfully feared emotions at a distance — which is why it only stings when she realizes her inability to have done even that . she wouldn’t claim that she 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 jason ( even in her own failings to keep her feelings out of it , she knew she wasn’t that far in ) but perhaps what haunts her is the fact that she COULD love jason , someone in her eyes so fundamentally good , in retrospect , her undoing at his hands almost seemed inevitable .   “ oh jesus , hey , ”   she breathes lowly ; running into him being among the 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 things on her mind during her stroll to the student commons for a quick bite . it’s not to say ripley’s been intentionally avoiding jason — in all fairness , her own ruining of their friendship forced ENOUGH space between them .   “ fancy seeing you here , i figured you’d be — ”   she catches herself before she can namedrop their mutual friend , the one at the heart of so much of ripley’s recent 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡, knowing the tone she’s likely to take up at lyra’s mentioning might betray ripley’s ever - relaxed demeanor . “ whatcha got there , bub ? ” she pivots quickly , eyebrows arching as a sun - kissed chin tilts curiously to motion to what jason has perched between his fingers . 

#* ◞ jason g : 001 . #goldhirsch #❪ tysm for this again i love to simp first thing in the morning 🙂🙂🙂

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thoughts

#* ◞ 𝖒𝖞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝒕𝒐 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 . ❪ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : MANNERISMS . #* ◞ 𝖒𝖞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝒕𝒐 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 . ❪ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : AESTHETIC .

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              ･ﾟ☀   good   morning   to   everyone   except   those   who   hate   on   legend   of   korra   !   skskskks   i’m   teddy   ,   i’m   a   lil   ole   baby   swinging   back   into   the   rpc   heart   emojis   a   -   blazing   !   this   is   my   lil   sunflower   chaos   seeker   known   as   ripley   ,   a   newer   muse   for   me   but   i’m   really   excited   to   flesh   her   out   here   with   some   extra   spooky   elements   .   i   have   a   god   awful   sense   of   humor   and   too   much   enthusiasm   for   angst   so   tbh   ?   come   get   y’all   PLOTTIN   JUICE   to   distract   me   from   thirsting   over   avatar   kyoshi   !  disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

* [ bruna marquezine + cis female + she / her ] —— have you met tallulah ripley ? they are a twenty-two year old senior currently studying biology & music theory. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this leo is vibrant + gregarious, as well as hedonistic + philophobic. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. trailing sand in on the hardwood with bare feet , running late to meetings ( and asking forgiveness with a mere flash of a grin ) , tucking a greta van fleet album among the family collection of concierto classics .

EDIT : wanted and current connections can be found here ! 

youngest   of   four   ,   born   into   an   old   money   surname   ,   her   mother ,  an  international   student  from  sao  paolo  ,  brazil  ,  and  american   father   meet   as   competing   pianists   at   holloway   ,   falling   in   love   ,   marrying   ,   and   beginning   the   next   generation   of   the   ripley   virtuosos   soon   after   graduation   .   her   childhood   is   privileged   and   uneventful   ,   strict   and   stifling   as   early   as   she   can   remember   ,   tallulah   causing   trouble   enough   as   if   to   make   up   for   her   perfectly   behaved   siblings   .

her   father   becomes   one   of   the   most   prolific   modern   composers   of   his   time   ,   and   splits   his   efforts   between   composition   and   teaching   music   theory   at   julliard   as   his   wife   continues   performances   as   a   famed   pianist   .   though   her   siblings   branch   out   into   other   instruments   ,   tallulah   is   the   only   one   stubborn   enough   to   weather   the   callouses   on   her   fingers   ,   figuring   if   she’s   going   to   be   forced   to   play   an   instrument   of   any   type   ,   it’ll   at   least   be   something   she   likes   .   thus   ,   the   only   stringed   instrument   in   the   ripley   household   becomes   hers   as   she   takes   on   the   cello   by   storm   .

practicing   cello   is   perhaps   the   only   thing   lu   truly   commits   herself   to   —   charming   and   sociable   as   she   may   be   ,   her   selectiveness   with   her   efforts   makes   her   sluggish   with   schoolwork   as   if   to   give   her   family   a   hard   time   .   her   siblings   ,   all   honor   scholars   and   first   chairs   at   their   respective   instruments   ,   pick   on   her   for   her   unmotivated   wild   child   ways   at   the   encouragement   of   her   mother   .   the   only   person   who   takes   the   time   to   sit   with   tallulah   and   keep   her   on   track   is   her   ever   -   tired   (   but   endlessly   generous   )   father   .

her   world   is   turned   upside   down   her   freshman   year   when   her   father’s   occasional   stumble   turns   into   a   more   regular   struggle   to   keep   his   balance   ,   an   ultimate   diagnosis   of   a   degenerative   disease   rattling   their   family   as   they   know   it   .   tallulah   ,   wild   and   only   tamed   by   the   kindness   of   one   man   ,   starts   acting   out   in   an   effort   to   ignore   the   world   around   her   .   the   rift   between   herself   and   her   family   only   multiplies   when   she   discovers   her   mother   having   an   affair   as   her   father’s   health   continues   to   decline   .

he   passes   away   on   a   vacation   he   and   tallulah   take   to   the   ripley   summer   beach   house   ,   something   they   had   done   to   have   some   quiet   time   together   away   from   the   judgement   of   her   siblings   .   having   to   be   the   one   to   break   the   news   to   the   family   ,   she   feels   herself   shut   down   and   lose   whatever   desire   she   had   left   to   live   the   perfect   life   her   mother   and   siblings   tried   to   force   on   her   .

she   starts   going   almost   exclusively   by   her   surname   ,   making   it   into   holloway   more   as   a   favor   to   her   family’s   generous   donations   to   the   music   program   than   on   grades   .   she’s   barely   hanging   on   by   her   involvement   in   the   university’s   symphonic   orchestra   ,   where   she’s   a   first   chair   cellist   that   shows   up   late   to   every   damn   rehearsal   and   somehow   can   cold   sightread   well   enough   to   piss   everyone   off   ksksksk   .

given   this   ,   she’s   only   minoring   in   music   theory   to   stay   in   the   orchestra   ,   and   partially   to   feel   close   to   her   dad   .   though   her   dream   is   to   write   music   scores   for   films   ,   she’s   majoring   in   biology   to   have   a   respectable   backup   plan   .   if   she   can’t   do   music   forever   ,   she’ll   disappear   onto   a   beach   somewhere   in   costa   rica   and   be   a   marine   biologist   and   never   be   heard   from   again   lmao

PERSONALITY   :   ripley   is   happiest   shotgunning   a   white   claw   before   piling   into   the   squad   car   and   calling   aux   immediately   !   loves   her   friends   and   sees   her   circle   as   found   family   that   she   would   do   anything   for   .   

she’s   laid   back   and   observant   ,   one   of   the   quieter   in   the   group   as   she   tries   to   suss   you   out   but   is   the   first   to   approach   a   newbie   and   act   as   if   you’ve   been   friends   for   ages   .   she   makes   an   active   effort   to   not   judge   others   on   the   basis   of   first   impressions   and   tends   to   be   rather   open   minded   when   meeting   others   ,   which   makes   her   a   sort   of   universal   friend   -   to   -   all   ;   given   this   ,  when  wronged  ,  she’s   a   stubborn   little   shit   and   though   she   wont   let   them   live   rent   free   in   that   headspace   ,   she’ll   go   full   send   to   making   sure   they’re   aware   they   don’t   exist   to   her   !  

she   hates   petty   drama   and   tends   to   skirt   most   responsibility   by   sweet   -   talking   her   way   out   of   things   ,   giving   the   impression   that   she   can   be   lazy   or   unmotivated   .   this   is   true   to   some   extent   ,   such   as   with   her   grades   or   her   timeliness   ,   but   those   who   strike   the   right   balance   will   see   a   side   of   ripley   that   is   laser   focused   ,   whether   its   drunken   ramblings   about   the   brilliance   of   the   chord   progressions   on   fleetwood   mac’s   rumors   or   an   astute   observation   about   the   emotion   behind   a   certain   cello   movement   .   though   she   prefers   to   skip   the   hard   thinking   and   just   enjoy   the   moment   ,   ripley’s   admittedly   a   clever   girl   ,   simply   needing   the   right   push   to   unlock   her   truest   potential   .  

she’s   incredibly   relaxed   (   sometimes   a   bit   too   much   for   the   preference   of   some   )   and   tends   to   try   and   avoid   over   -   complicating   issues   in   order   to   not   have   to   face   them   .   especially   considering   the   infidelity   of   her   mother   ,   ripley   is   a   staunch   believer   that   relationships   are   a   waste   of   time   and   is   the   annoying   bitch   who   argues   that   being   in   love   is   a   scam   made   up   by   the   simps   to   feel   valid   !  

acts   as   if   she   isn’t   FULL   of   feelings   and   emotions   24/7   n   listens   to   emo   70’s   power   ballads   when   the   person   she   likes   doesnt   confess   their   love   for   her   under   the   moonlight   like   they   were   supposed   to   in   her   fantasy   …….   smh   .   she’s   too   busy   trying   to   be   ~cool   and   effortless~   that   she   sometimes   sabotages   the   things   that   would   bring   her   the   most   happiness   ,   then   blaming   herself   in   a   vicious   cycle   that   just   leaves   her   trying   to   distract   herself   w   crazy   antics   to   avoid   focusing   on   her   feelings   .

RANDOM BLURBS :    hates   men   n   regrets   all   attraction   to   them   .   thinks   all   women   r   too   good   for   her   .   convinced   she   will   be   a   useless   bisexual   forced   2   be   forever   alone

plays   guitar   as   a   mental   break   from   cello   and   loves   it   .   i’m   still   deciding   a   vc   for   her 

knows   the   beaches   in   maine   are   cold   af   but   wants   to   go   every   weekend   anyways

drives   the   most   impractical   soft   shell   jeep   which   sucks   in   the   east   coast   wind   and   snow   and   yet   it   is   somehow   exactly   an   embodiment   of   Her   Brand tm

like   5′9   tall   and   hates   wearing   real   people   shoes   she   said   berks   or   nOTHIN

wishes   she   could   go   vegan   but   is   so   bad   at   keeping   track   of   her   meals   she’d   forget   instantly   and   down   a   20   pack   of   chicken   nugget

too   mellow   &   apathetic   to   be   a   chaotic   neutral   but   too   adventurous   to   be   a   true   neutral   so   she   lives   somewhere   in   that   lawless   grey   space   skskskks

acts   REAL   california   for   someone   who   grew   up   exclusively   on   the   east   coast   ....   hm   .....   🤔

grew  up  disconnected  from  brazilian  culture  due  to  her  mom's  whitewashing  and  she  resents  it  greatly  .  can  understand  scattered  portuguese  but  took  spanish  in  high  school  so  that's  as  close  to  the  language  as  she'll  get  .  wants  to  take  lessons  online  tho  !

inspos r lila from umbrella academy , wynonna earp , beverly marsh from it , michelle manlon from derry girls , korra from lok , adora from she ra and the pop ,  and that ugly yellow overtone used in outer banks  💖 skskskks 

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Take On Me (Acoustic) by a-ha

(Listen to this guys oh my goodness)

#* ◞ 𝖒𝖞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝒕𝒐 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 . ❪ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : SOUNDTRACK .