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ofthomas​:

        “ I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT MY ROOMMATE’S SEX LIVES IF I CAN HELP IT, so i prefer it when i don’t have to. ”   namely when they’re not doing it in his room, to the point where tommy knows about it. even if they’re good friends, there’s only so much he wants to know.   “ is there a reason i should take what you say more seriously ? ”

“i mean, sometimes it gets interesting.” she shrugs, reminding of what it was like to room with cori last year and finding out they were kinda hooking up with the same people. yeah, it got awkward. but it was a good story to tell down the line. “no, that’s what i mean. don’t take me seriously. i’m mainly joking.” she shrugs. “you’d know if i was serious. i just want a laugh. i’m bored.”

#c:thomas

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riaflicke​:

“Since when have you known me not to have expectations?” Even when she was at her most reckless, somewhere in the back of her mind, the cogs were turning and she was stuck trying to figure out how everything went together. Every calculated move. It probably wasn’t healthy. “Touche.” She had her there. And she was a little curious, but Ella would tell her if she wanted to. “Romance with women has never been my thing. It’s so much easier to get into a man’s head, and it’s fun.”

“i’m just trying to get you to be a little less bitter. it can’t all be perfect, ria. that’s the center of unhappiness.” as if she was one to speak. she was full of expectations of other people, and forever stressed over the expectations of others. “come on– i mean, dick is fun, but you’ve probably never been with a girl. also, who’s talking about romance?” she gagged. the last thing she wanted right now was romance.

#c:ria

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levimadden​:

“So, you’re saying you were stalking me?” He turns the tables around, tilting his head slightly to the side, the smirk on his lips as always. “Three is just too lucky, huh?” He chuckles lightly. “Nah. I’d rather not spend any time with Ria, that’s all. Who’d you get paired off with?”

“what? me?! nah! don’t go changing things on me. you’re the creep here. it’s all in the eyes.” she stated as if it was obvious. and perhaps it was. dress him all in black, put on one of those full face masks– there you go. out of your worse nightmares. tall, built, handsome... enough, isabella. “yeahp. sorry, mate. i don’t make the rules. maybe one day you’ll be ready for it, but not today.” she shrugged. “oh, it’s ria then.” she laughed. “she’s not that bad,” she waved a hand, but levi was kind of a snob anyway. it made sense. “uh... i was with marifer. it was lovely, really.” though she would say that about every other girl in school. they were far better than the guys.

#c:levi #random gif for u

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i’m trying2be kinder to myself but this bitch is so fucking stupid

#muse

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eloisexcabot​:

“Marifer? Good for you she’s hot,” Lou said with a tone of approval, not that Isabella wanted it no had asked for it. And Lou wasn’t a total Valentines Day hater; she did hope some of the matches worked out. “What have y’all been up to?”

“the hottest.” she agreed proudly. she was trying to keep everything friendly and wholesome, just like she had said in the survey, but she had eyes! “oh, just.. dancing, drinking– we have a little drinking game going on. one shot every time someone messes up on the dance floor, two when we find someone’s been stood up, one for every kiss– it’s endless.”

#c:lou

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calypsomarshall​:

      “I’ll live.” Callie shrugs, making a sort of ‘c’est la vie’ expression — the only way she won’t let herself fully devolve into her own self-pity. “Oh?” She feels a twinge of guilt that she’s not completely sure what Ella’s referring to, but knows that if she needs to talk about it, she will. When she’s ready. Callie just hopes her friend knows that she’ll always be there to listen. “Heartbreak sisters.” She nods, laughing and placing her hand over her friend’s. “Enough of that sappy shit, now. You hungry?”

“Well, if you ever want to drink to that shit, you know where to find me.” Ella didn’t support alcohol to deal with life, but lately she had found out it helped swallow down the bitter taste in her mouth every now and then. It became a coping mechanism to not feel too much. “Fuck– I’m starving. I’m so glad I don’t have to wear a dress to that thing. I can eat as many fries as I want this week.”

#c:calypso

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levimadden​:

“Following you around like a lost puppy?” He quirks an eyebrow, shaking his head. “We just ended up in the same hallway, Isabella. I definitely would rather have you as a date again. We can’t be lucky twice, huh?” he jokes slightly.

“that’s what a stalker would say, if you ask me.” she smirked at him, but couldn’t hold it for too long before he broke into a grin. “sorry, buddy. you had me once, twice– but a third time? it’s not in the stars for us, it seems.” she smiled. “heard you stood somebody up. what? you got scared you were going to fall or what?”

#c:levi

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#face

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i’m trying2be kinder to myself but this bitch is so fucking stupid

#muse

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@gregcollins

You get me, man.

#muse #ft grey

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riaflicke​:

“I’m not negative, I’m realistic.” That’s what all cynics said, that they were realists. “It’s better to expect to be disappointed and be pleasantly surprised than to expect something good and to be disappointed.” A justification that surprisingly made sense. “Depends what you’re opposite in.”

“or you can just expect nothing and be surprised with either result. living in disappointment?” she scoffed. she should learn about her own advise. though it wasn’t advise. it was literally just be contrary to ria. she was guilty of that. “i mean, i just gave you an example, but i don’t know. that’s why tops and bottoms exist too, yeah?” she teased.

#c:ria

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ofthomas​:

       TOMMY SILENTLY RAISES HIS BROWS IN HER DIRECTION, not sure what she means by holding his pants up, but he’s not interested enough to ask.   “ roommates who aren’t getting laid is a blessing in disguise. ”   especially when there’s four of them in a room, with very little personal space. he makes a face.   “ if that’s what you’re into. ”

“i never knew that it could be, but you’re right. i mean, i hope they get laid just not in the room.” and gallagher had enough secret (or not so secret) spots for that. “do you take everything people say so seriously, or is it just because it’s me?”

#c:thomas

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calypsomarshall​:

      Calypso shrugs. “It’s whatever, I’m —” Used to it, she goes to finish, but decides against it and waves a non-committal hand. “Nope. We’re friends. It’s never been anything else, and there’s no reason to think it ever will be. But I’m okay with that.” Liar. “Plus, I think he likes someone else, so… Friends it is.” She offers a smile. 

“it’s so not...” ella scolded her, because matters of the heart could destroy you if you let them. and she had a couple times in her life. it sucked. sure, there were worse things in life, but when you’re in a tightrope like the spy life usually put you through, well, a little gust of wind could tip you over. ella smiled softly and reached to give her forearm a little squeeze. “that sucks– i’m sorry. i kinda feel you, though. i’m going through kind of a similar thing and there’s nobody else to blame but me. so... heartbreak sisters? i guess?” she snorted a laugh. she hated corniness, and yet it sometimes flowed out of her with such ease it caught her off guard.

#c:calypso

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eloisexcabot​:

“So is it going well with your match?” Lou asked the person nearest her. With her own boyfriend having graduated last year, leaving her alone this year, she couldn’t help but be a little nosy about others. “Who did you get?”

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“it’s going great.” she smiled fondly. to be fair, she was lucky with her matchmaking choices. last year had been levi, and sure it was awkward because, well, exes, they both had a good time there. and now with marifer? she was having a blast. even though their little drinking game had ended her on the side lines for a bit to try and recover with a bottle of water. “marifer.” she smiled. “i’m lucky, i know.” she said, tossing her hair behind her back.

#c:lou

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marifervalv​:

“I feel like if you let them know right away then they could get together with other people who were also stood up.” Not sure if that scenario actually sounds better but it would be more of a matchmaking thing rather than letting people who got stood up simply remain stood up. “I’m normally not that much of a drinker, I mean I do love a good drink, but I’m not too into the whole blacking out and getting embarrassingly wasted thing.” She won’t judge those who are because she thinks they’re fun to be around, she’s just simply never allowed herself the opportunity to be that way. “It definitely includes you.” The way that the girls of Gallagher were all painfully beautiful was something Marifer thought about quite often. She would absolutely make out with all of them given the chance. “I sort of know how to tango, that’s as much as I’ve got to offer.” She’d taken a few classes back in San Diego with her friends, mainly as a way to meet boys. “I’m all down for winging it, though, sounds like less pressure.” 

“i feel like if i was ever stood up, i... probably would not show up. i’d be embarrassed or something. maybe i’m just too sensitive.” and somehow that was way more than she’d ever admitted to anybody. she normally was the kind of person to act all tough, and hid all feelings, but she had been holding hers for a couple months already. she was like a jar, and was too full of secrets, some of them had to spill. and perhaps being sensitive was the first one to come out. “me too! i mean... i’ve been there by accident mainly, but the hangover is not something i remember with glee, so, i’d rather keep it under control. although–” she pointed now at a girl, crying alone at a table while looking at her phone. “two more shots for us...” she sighed, shaking her head. this was more cruel than she thought it would be. “i’d be honored, miss.” she said with a fake curtsy, then took her hand firmly and looked around. “oh, tango?” she looked at her. that was... hot. “maybe we can freestyle some tango. i know ballet, that’s about it. will you teach me how to tango perhaps?”

#c:marifer

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