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text starter — ◇.;°* ( jesse )

jesse: tf did you think you were looking at

jesse: or is this how you get people to text back

evelyn: i may or may not have just smoked a little something

evelyn: and it mustve been a strong something

#*;. ◇ — SO TTYL XOX × texts #*;. ◇ — WITH × jesse

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text starter — ◇.;°* ( everyone)

evelyn: shit do you know where my phone is

evelyn: lmao nevermind

#frndsstart #oK WHAT is this ERIN

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frnkies:

“that’s my girl! i’m proud of you ev.” she clapped her hands together in amusement. “well - well … ok, yeah you’re right.” frankie chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “but let me tell you, i bet if i ran track i’d be pretty good at it. do you know how many times i have ran from the cops? i could totally do a marathon or something.” 

“sometimes you just gotta be a little aggressive, they don’t always get the message unless you are.” evelyn’s face lit up at the mention of cops, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. she shook her hair behind her shoulders, “i feel like you’d even be good at hurdles with the amount of fences i’ve seen your little short legs clear.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × frankie

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brynnism:

“i’m surprised that you like it, it seems to be an unfavorable trait because for some reason being passionate about shit is yucky! i suppose that’s why i always loved you though because you are always on my team – and of course i’m the number one fan on yours, so i guess it works. i could probably work on the exploding thing because when i can’t take it anymore i just shut down like a bunch of explosive debris.” brynn was almost taken aback by how well evelyn knew her, though she wasn’t surprised – she truly was her better half. “i don’t take the app seriously enough to bother asking about kinks. it’s mostly just me being weird on purpose and them not liking a second of it.” 

“people just can’t handle that you’re always right, and they are lazy bums who don’t do anything with what’s wrong with the world. but hey, i don’t do anything for the better of society, and i still stand by you. i just know how to admit that i’m pathetically useless to that stuff.” she reminisced about the countless times that she could have corrected a situation and just let it slide. the girl remembered guilt, but brushed off the feeling to further the conversation, “hey- i like the exploding thing. it’s the one feisty side i’ve ever seen of you, and i’ve gotta say, it’s entertaining. maybe you could be feisty with those tinder guys, i’m sure they’d either like it or just get tired of your shit.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × brynn

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khclids:

the only word he could use to describe evelyn in that moment was admirable – there weren’t many girls out there who had the nerve and capability that she had, and it was something that he saw as inviting, instead of intimidating. as always, he was drawn to strength, and even though he would never openly admit it, because he didn’t think he had that same strength himself. he couldn’t stand up to someone, no – he just breaks them down, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but a trail of emotional debris left in his wake. ‘ you definitely proved him wrong, ev. i’m proud of you. ’ he says it with a nod, before quickly adding, ‘ not that you would ever need my approval. you’re a strong, independent woman, and all that. ’

evelyn could watch as he listened to her ramble, his eyes genuinely locked on hers as she mumbled words. and as she spoke on, she began to analyze bodhi in her own sense. his intrigued manner said only one thing, he was appalled - in a good way - by the things he had heard from her. her words were unlike other women, and even other men, strong and sensible. she never strayed from logic, and though people may pass over it, bodhi seemed to notice. he seemed observant. “don’t walk on eggshells around me just because i kicked another guy’s ass.” she joked, as his last comment was clearly one in return. she put a hand on her hip, “and i don’t need no man.” in a mocking tone, she spoke her words, mimicking the memes she had seen on the internet.

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × bodhi

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frnkies:

“i hope you put every single one of them in their place. i bet it would be even more satisfying to spike the volleyball right into their face.” frankie let out a giggle, crossing her arms at her chest. “wait - what is that supposed to mean, you’re not surprised?” the small girl put on her best pretend pout. “i’m just not the sportiest person in the world. that’s all.”

“don’t tell anyone this, but i sometimes botch my aim from the ground into their face, sometimes.” evelyn whispered, as if what she had just spilled was a secret. “well - you just seem like the friend who steals things with me, which usually doesn’t overlap into the friend who plays sports with me. delinquency and sports usually don’t mix, i’m a special case.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × frankie

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huricaneaussie:

“some might even say having the courage to wear spandex is a skill of it’s own.” austin teased with a coy smirk. “you know the male ego is a fragile as fine china. he brought the ass kicking and the booty tickling onto himself. don’t even sweat it. i mean, do you even sweat? you’re glistening, look at you.”

“spandex are the norm for my every day life, considering i’m always in the gym playing volleyball. you could say it doesn’t phase me anymore.” the lighthearted conversation caught her attention, “of course i sweat, i’m not a dog. i just sweat so perfectly you don’t even notice it, it’s like i was meant to sweat this much in my lifetime. born to play sports.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × austin

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brynnism:

“i guess normal is boring anyway! alright, sexists are so disgusting though. i’m like a little jack in the box. i will stay chill and in my little home, humming along to music and enjoying life – but make me mad and i pop out like a crazy little clown! good samaritan is certainly something i’ll take, especially coming from my favorite lil’ muffin.” evelyn always had a way at making brynn feel like a million – no – a trillion bucks. “tinder is just a fun game. i like to throw pick up lines at the men and see how they respond. ‘you remind me of my mom’ is my favorite. you tellin’ me you’ve never used it?”

“trust me, brynn, everyone knows about your willpower as a feminist. it’s like the number one reason that i’m still friends with you, finally someone with a head on their shoulders. most of all, someone that can tell men where their head is so that they can put it back onto their shoulders. your temper reminds me of a ticking time bomb, and it’s exciting when it explodes. i actually live for the moment, because it doesn’t happen too often.” evelyn teased her other half, “wow, that does sound like fun. do you ever find any with weird kinks? i’m certain if you searched hard enough, you could find just the right guy to mess with.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × brynn

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paisleycx:

“i feel like guys in this time in age believe that they still have something over us females. like, are they not aware of the many legendary female gods that could have crushed any male’s butt? if only they were alive today,” she nodded, agreeing with her initial reaction. “i don’t think i could have shown them off the way you did, so congrats. what an awesome way to show girl power. you’re like a goddess yourself with your dedication.”

“a GODDESS? i beg to differ. i handle everything with the opposite of grace, and if it weren’t against gym rules, i probably would have just thrown a punch. unfortunately, that is stated right on the walls of my gym, and i’m really trying to keep my membership there.” evelyn’s mouth curved halfway into a smirk, “let me tell you something: i’ve spent my life with way too many men to be treated like i can’t own up to them. so i learned how to master their ways, i could even teach you since i’m so good.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × paisley

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heY guys im sorry i havent been on, i had two 8 hour shifts in a row and i was  just sleeping for the time that i wasn’t at work these past two days. im on now thO i do have work at 5.

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brynnism:

“maybe it’s the way that my entire body glows, or the wings that spout out one either side of me when you’re not looking. i’m such an angel, i think your horns just really scare my wings. it’s not my fault that you balance me out so much that i become normal.” brynn scrunched up her features a bit as she messed around with the other, knowing good and well that there were so many things about evelyn that were beautiful and angelic, yet her friend seemed to fail to see them. “i would love to let loose for a bit and met some guys, but like just guys to have friendly conversation with. find me someone who can talk to me about film composition! tinder is just filled with guys who just want to put a d in whatever hole they can sniff out.”

“normal? brynn you’re far from that. i mean, have you seen the way you talk to sexists? i wouldn’t want to be around that side of you, but at that point the person deserves it. long story short, angel is a bit of a stretch. i could see good samaritan, if that’s any consolation.” she was just messing around, since basically everyone saw brynn as a sort of glowing figure. at least, evelyn had never know a soul who would spite her.  “friendly conversation? that’s pointless unless they’re actually cool. first step is to stop looking on tinder.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × brynn #ok ill reply to the other one in a lil bit bbae #babe

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her shoulders raised then immediately dropped in a shrug. she could watch his taut expression loosen as she spoke, a sign of warming from a cold one like bodhi. his voice filled the air, seeping into her, as a laugh escaped suddenly. her vision directed upwards, hands placed on her hips, “i never thought of it that way, you know. i guess i am a bit SHORTER than the rest of my team. still, everyone gets taught to not judge a book by its cover, right? well, i proved him wrong.” she broke, then began again, “w-well, i guess you wouldn’t really call it shit talking; it was more like mocking. wouldn’t you, though? i had a perfect opportunity.”

his amusement is apparent across his sharp features, his handsome expression forged into something close to a smile. he thought it was hilarious how brazen evelyn could be, with her loudly-voiced opinions and her give no fucks attitude. an anecdotal story like this was one of great entertainment for bodhi, and he didn’t mind letting his usually iron-clad exterior bend a little bit in order to show exactly what he was thinking. ‘ i always thought it was funny that you’re five foot four, and you play volleyball. not a lot of short girls can pull it off, you know, so don’t blame him for assuming he would win. but i bet that was quite the scene. did you shit talk him off of the court, too ? ’

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × bodhi

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frnkies:

❝ yes, eve! that is what i like to hear. you should have kicked his ass OFF the volleyball court too, he totally was asking for it. god forbid some man looses to a girl, the world comes crashing down. little does he know, girl or not, you’re the volleyball champ. i’ve yet to see you lose, doubt i ever will. do you know that back in high school my gym period had a volleyball tournament and i was so horrid that no one put me on their team?  ❞

“believe it or not, i encounter this attitude from men at the gym quite often. it’s satisfying to see the look on their faces when i challenge them and end up beating them by a landslide. it’s like a treat for me. sometimes i can even get a ‘damn, you were better than i expected’ out of them.” evelyn adjusted the flannel tied around her waist, “c’mon, volleyball isn’t that hard. it’s a big ball with a large surface to hit, your whole inner forearm. you must not be very agile, which i’m not surprised.” evelyn let out a friendly laugh.

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × frankie

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daxtonft:

“Are you sure?” he took a peak into her wallet. “Ah, well, if you insist.” He tucked his money into his back pocket. “Once I get my novel published, I’ll be packing dollars like that as well. Just you wait. But, until that happens, I’ll take free drinks where I can get ‘em. Which bar shall we go to tonight?”

“hey, at least your money will be coming from accomplishment. mine comes from wealthy parents.” she cracked out a small smile, “there’s a nice bar on the corner. it’s got pool tables and foosball, and some really good drinks. also, it’s kinda like a dive so not many people crowd inside of there.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × daxton

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brynnism:

“oh my god, please please please do it! hell, i’ll call her up if i have to. put on that voice she loves so much, my voice of pure innocence. i can’t help being so fabulous that everyone loves me.” the blonde flipped the tresses off her shoulder playfully before looking back to her best friend. “let’s be real, you were just cooler than me and i was the lame friend who liked to listen to the BBC and what not. she wanted to keep you safe. thank god you’re the greatest friend who might turn my movie weekend dream into a reality.”

“i don’t know what it is about you, brynn, but she only sees halos atop your head. on me, she sees HORNS, even though she loves the crap out of me. it must come from your golden blonde hair or something, it looks much more angelic than a dark beauty like me.” evelyn’s last comment smelled deeply of sarcasm, as she didn’t find much beauty in herself. it didn’t lead to insecurity, but she didn’t think of herself in those terms, “yeah, you and your BBC, while i’m out in the suburbs partying it up with people that i don’t even know. i can teach you how to have fun sometime, and i feel like this is a good opportunity.”

#*;. ◇ — TALK IS CHEAP × conversation #*;. ◇ — WITH × brynn

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“so i was at the gym today—doing what i do best, volleyball—and some guy seemed convinced that he could kick my ass in my own sport. god forbid a female beat him, right?” an annoyed expression crossed evelyn’s face, her eyes rolling in disgust, “needless to say, i beat him and his buddies by far. now his sorry butt is hurting because he lost a SHRED of masculinity when losing to a girl’s team. little did he know, i’m much more than just a 5′4″ latina in spandex, i have skills too.”

#frndsstart #this is so much trash #dont reply its terrible #jk reply idk

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brynnism:

“you know what i love? movie marathons. why haven’t we had one recently? i think we should just invite all the buds over and veg out and we could each pick a movie. though i guess that would make for too many movies. maybe a weekend out of it? would we get sick of each other after all that time? in a beach house! i mean not that i could afford that, but i’m sure someone could. right?”

“you know, i may be able to ask mama martinez if we can go to our long island summer house. i’m sure she’ll let us, mostly because you’ll be there. i swear, if i tell her i’m going anywhere with you, she basically PUSHES me out the door.” evelyn giggled, reminiscing about the previous times she had gone to hang with her best friend, “if i was with anyone else when i was younger, she wouldn’t stop asking me questions. ah, thank god i’m 22.”

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