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text // thea

neve: thumbs through my folders of potential suitors

neve: what about that cass guy? he looks like he hasn't slept in a few days, timmy chalamet energy

neve: or max? i'm pretty sure he can't spell "calloway" but he's hot

neve: maybe i will :) gotta keep them on their toes, yknow?

thea: cass is hot but a spaz and that feels like so much work.

thea: max... pretty sure he doesn't like me but maybe we can work with that. Pretty and dumb is fun

thea: god i'd kill for some new men around here. maybe we crash a halloween party down the uni road or smth

thea: u can be my wingwoman since ur all boring and locked down now.

#thea — texts.

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puckfm​:

puck had been sleeping. peacefully. so when he was awoken from his slumber by the sound of his little sister SHOUTING at him through his bedroom door, he rolled his eyes, rolled out of bed, and had half a mind to tell her to fuck off, thea. but then she said she brought food, and hey- who could deny that. “ oh, yeah, i’m highly disadvantaged. not as wealthy as you calloway kids , ” he teased, letting her in. “ i s’pose it IS good that i see you - gotta make sure none of the rest of us go missing . ”

“Yeah well, you’re the one who decided to slum it down here.” She smirks, stepping past him and setting the pizza and pasta bowl thing down onto his desk. A salad for herself, which she pulled out and propped herself up on the remaining desk surface. “Yeah, and it’s likely to stay that way. I’d rather die before you catch me anywhere near woods of any kind.”  A pause, a wince she shoves down with the lettuce she shoves in her mouth instead. God, this whole thing was an annoying mess. “Has...anyone called mother? Not that im volunteering.” The screeching of curses and prophecies about first sons was an hour lost of her life she did not need.

#thea — interactions.

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cvstellos​:

the gum sails in a wide arc, and while it might have gone directly into the garbage had thea not been in the way, it instead sticks itself in a clump of her hair. and yes, this act of defiance against thea and all that she stands for wasn’t planned, but now that he’s unwittingly wandered into this moment he can’t bring himself to feel at all sorry. maybe he was for a moment, but then he saw her face. now he’s a believer in divine intervention. he flashes her one of those rare smiles that do, in fact, reach his eyes – it is in no way friendly, nor sincere, but it is real. “aw, fuck me. athena. i’m so sorry. i didn’t see you there.” @blckthvrns​

“No. NO.” The soccer player she’d been talking to had scattered the moment he’d caught the look on her face. His nervous laughter as he’d vanished had left a knot in her chest, the gum currently stuck to a good portion of the front of her hair the final straw in a series of shitty events leading to the worst day she’d had in a while. “What the fuck, Will.” Her voice is soft, monotone as she processes the events over and over. click your heels and the mess will vanish, right? Dorothy never dealt with dickheads with oral fixations. Whatever god awful shit he’d been chewing is thin and spreads as she grips it, panic setting in. “God what is your fucking damage?!” Shrill, even to her own ears. Of all things, a few tears of frustration leave blue eyes shiny and reflective, the girl spinning away from him to assess the true damage. She was gonna need peanut butter. Or ice. Or scissors? She wasn’t some zoey deschanel wannabe, bangs aren’t meant for everyone —

#thea — interactions.

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“Open the door, Pj Mask.” Thea huffed, kicking at it’s frame with the toe of her boot. If she scuffed it waiting for him to let her in she was gonna riot. Or buy new ones, the options were 50/50 at this point. “I even brought you food! C’mon, let me get me philanthropic hours in, feed the disadvantaged and all.” She was a bit curious too as to how he was handling the news, for as much as he drove her mad by existing, she knew he had a relatively intelligent head on his shoulders. “Puck, cmon!” @puckfm​

#thea — interactions.

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maxvanderbilt​:

“i really miss those uncrustables that we used to get in school, you know? like… i know they sell them frozen and shit, but it just doesn’t hit the same. everyone tells me that it’s the same thing, but it really isn’t. it’s just not made with the same love those old lunch ladies used to make it with. there was this lunch lady in high school, martha—like martha stewart—super dope, you know, like she always used to ask me how i was doing. that shit is meaningful.” max tapped his pencil against the desk, glancing over at the person next to him. “damn, i feel like i got really off track. what were you saying?”  @yatesstarters​

She’d sat down as a reprieve from the nerd a few rows down currently eye stalking her, but the more Max spoke the more confused she felt. Maybe the nerd was a better option, a mercy kill of sorts. A single brow arched the further into his story he got, though it offered no clarity. There was no attempt made to hide the look on her own face, and once he’d finished his long winded tirade, she was at a loss of where to begin. Well actually, no — “I hadn’t really said much. But now, what the fuck is an uncrustable?”

#thea — interactions.

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mortiium​:

she’s grown accustomed to her sister arriving unannounced  –  has almost developed a suspicion that the younger blackthorn had managed to copy a key  –  but when her door opens and she hears the accusation, augie’s face reddens. “i’d never own that shade,” she sighs, barely managing to look up from her phone. she’s grown attached to it in spite of recent events, as though any moment she’ll receive a message form apollo alerting her he’s alright. that he only intended to pull a prank on cupid. that he’s coming home. no one would know from looking at her, from analyzing her actions carefully, dissecting her response to it all, but augie ached deeply for her brother. she feared the worst. “kind of cruel that someone is targeting you right now, t,” she finally relents, standing to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her sister’s ear. everything had to be perfect, and there would be no hugs from augie, but in her own way it was enough. “what’d they write? here lies the one who lies with everyone?” and she’s plastered on a smile, forced a tight laugh, high pitch and sharp, like it’s bubbled out of her. like it’s all she can manage. 

“No one with any type of taste would, that’s the point. They’re throwing me off.” She pouts, a part of her figuring augie had little to nothing to do with any of it. but sometimes shouting into the familial void wielded results. Thea pauses in her dramatics, watching the way her sister clutches at her phone. A message won’t come, thea herself has come to accept that. Does she think cupid killed him? Not entirely. The likelihood of her brother popping back up like some shitty lifetime movie plot was all too likely in her own mind. Maybe even with magic amnesia? ugh. “Ha ha. Very funny. You’re not far off. They wrote whore. Misspelled and sloppy, but point made none the less.” She eyes her, making a shooing motion at the other to head back to their chair. “Please, I don’t need you to fake laugh for me, it sounded psycho to be honest. Just like, sit Augs. It’s ok to miss him.”

#thea — interactions.

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text // thea

neve: oooooh a ring light. maybe

neve: we can switch off, i'll do yours you'll do mine

neve: THEA you were supposed to keep the favorite blackthorn part a secret. cant have ur brother thinking im leaving him for you

neve: unless?

thea: i need a new victim to send them to ):

thea: jeremy from classics said yeehaw while we were screwing and i cant unhear it

thea: oh let him hear he needs a good kick to the ass every once and a while

thea: tell him actually, I highly doubt he'd do more than roll his eyes at my mere existence

#thea — texts.

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jamieponds​:

All James was doing was simply EXISTING out here when suddenly a very angry seeming human came to him in a flurry of fury. “Babe, do I LOOK like I walk around with lipstick, let alone drawing on people’s doors with it? If it was me, I would be using pink polish.” He held his fingers up and waggled his painted nails at her before snorting. “I think you are the one who needs to be working smarter here, not me.” 

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“Oh, very nice color. Great for fall.” She paused, eyeing it. It would go well with her complexion. Irrelevant. “Besides the point, that sounds exactly like what someone would say to deflect blame. Don’t play the mind games here, just admit you can’t spell whore and own up.”

#thea — interactions.

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miriamkaufmann​:

She felt relieved that Thea chose to believe her, an unnoticed tension seeping from her muscles. “Have you slept with anyone’s S.O. recently?” A blunt question, but it seemed like the simplest way to narrow down who might have done this. “Whoever did this obviously wasn’t thinking. You could like leave it up and make them clean it up if you figure it out. It would be super shameful for them.” It was a bad prank or revenge scheme or whatever, or else whoever did it would take credit for it. 

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“I mean, sure. But that’s not like a new or earth shattering occurence.” Thea remarked, shrugging. That fact alone made discovering the actual culprit a bit of a shot in the dark, which also meant that the lipstick would remain for quite the long while if that was the plan. “True. At this point im ready to sweet talk a freshman into cleaning it and calling it a day. Maybe tomorrow they’ll try again, slut might be easier to spell.” 

#thea — interactions. #thea — ft. miriam

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aurora-lesser​:

“I’m sorry? I don’t think that I would use something that smells like crayons and regret. I am not that tacky. I don’t need you coming in here and blaming me for something that I did not do. Not only would I not use that, but I don’t really have the time to be writing on doorways. I have plenty of other things to spend my time on.” She explained to Thea. “Maybe you should ask, before accusing.”

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“Oh please. Calm down, covergirl.” Thea shot back, eyes rolling at the indignant tone. “Writing on a door takes what, six seconds? Don’t act like it’s impossible. And it was a valid question considering you’re still close by. Convenient and all.” Another blank stare, now confused. “And i’m sorry, what would you call me walking up and asking if you wrote on my door? The spelling mistakes are making so much more sense now...”

#thea — interactions.

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georgie-coors​:

Georgie smiled at Athena, nodding her head before handing the barista her card. “The fact that our society doesn’t have a full time barista is a tragedy,” she said, knowing the other woman was in Calloway. She always made it a point to know everyone who may be coming in and out of the house. “You would think we would by now.”

“God, don’t even remind me.” Thea sighed in commiseration, stepping out of line to head towards the pickup area their drinks would soon be in. “We seriously need like, a suggestion box. Or a committee or something. I have so many ideas. Fundraisers, massage days, baristas, private shopping events. So many opportunities wasted.”

#thea — interactions. #thea — ft. georgie

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text // thea

neve: :) it's for caspar

neve: wait i just realized how awkward that is.... forget i ever mentioned ur brother's name does a mind wipe on you

neve: nothing to see here shoves all my papers into my bag

neve: omg thank you for your guidance... ur so wise... you should make all my life decisions for me

thea: somehow thats WORSE JESUS CHRIST

thea: god burn out my mental corneas plz and thx

thea: no problem,,lmk if u need a ring light or like, a photog. i have skills. ill block out who ur sending them to ofc, as ur favorite blackthorn

#thea — texts.

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gc ↬ blackthorns

cupid: i mean

cupid: you know how dogs always know their way home

cupid: [...]

cupid: or is that cats

cupid: [...]

cupid: i am very offended you think i would kill apollo for the money also i read up on the inheritance when i was 12 but fanks luv x

cupid: [...]

cupid: so yes or no on that missing report??

casper: APOLLO ISN'T A DOG

casper: yes on the missing person report bc he might be dead??? are u dumb

thea: why are u even asking as if this isnt proof, cas

thea: file the report. if hes still alive he'll think its hysterical

thea: and if he is missing, what the fuck guys

thea: i hate it here.

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gc ↬ blackthorns

cupid: uh

cupid: well

cupid: [...]

cupid: he's been gone for two days

cupid: [...]

cupid: sorry i probably should have led with that

casper: TWO DAYS

casper: what the fuck what the fuck

casper: why did you not?? think this was an issue?? like a day and a half ago??

casper: it's been 48 hours i dont think he's just hanging out in the woods he's been like eaten by a fucking bear or something cupid

thea: what the fuck

thea: our inheritance is all the same dude

thea: killing apollo doesnt mean his share just is placed upon you

thea: right?? killing us off doesnt shift that money does it bc?? no.

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gc ↬ blackthorns

casper: when u say 'lost'

casper: do u mean like?? he lives there now? like into the woods?

casper: bc honestly. if any of us was gonna go die in a bus in alaska. i thought it would be me??

hero: that's because it will be you someday :)

hero: can you find any footprints? any sign of where he may have gone?

cupid: so many questions i need a wet cloth

cupid: [...]

cupid: he just fucking disapepeared ... his phone is still in the cabin

cupid: :/ so im wondering when i should file a missing persons report?

thea: a wet cloth?? jfc

thea: well how long has he been gone?

thea: like if its an hour are u sure hes not just like, convening with nature

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gc ↬ blackthorns

cupid: im bringing you all here today to grievously announce that i have lost apollo to the woods

cupid: [...]

cupid: i didnt know how else to phrase it

cupid: [...]

cupid: note: i did NOT kill him btw

thea: ffs

thea: have u tried find my friends or

#thea — texts.

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hcros​:

hero turns, one eyebrow raised, to face her sister. “you know what my handwriting looks like,” she points out. but she’s too curious to simply roll her eyes and walk away. “what is it i’m supposed to have written?”

“So you used your non dominant hand. I’ve seen like, a million movies, Hero. I know the tricks.” she huffs, still holding out the bagged lipstick in front of her body in offense. “It says whore. Except misspelled, to throw me off. Either way coming back to my door etched with ‘W-H-O-A-R’ was like, super fun.”

#thea — ft. hero #thea — interactions.