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mackfm​:

    the smile on her face continues to grow showing just how impressed mack is by the other - without too much thought being put in to why something as seemingly mundane as sharing a water bottle would be considered important stuff . mack ponders on the question briefly , digging into her own mental archives in search of any memories that stood out . “uhhh , i remember we heard a noise coming from across the barn and it caused us both to jump and land ass first in a hay pile . i was finding hay in all the wrong places for a week after that ,” she exaggerated with a light chuckle .

she smiles so big she can feel it with her entire face, filling her cheeks and reaching her eyes. maybe it’s the drugs, or the music, or being back at dreamscape with mack, but she feels light on her feet, like she’s floating, as if mack retelling the story has the same magical powers as happy thoughts do in peter pan. “ that’s exactly how i remember it too, ” she says, a delighted laugh bubbling from her lips. she also thought mack was going to kiss her in that moment, but she doesn’t bring that up. “ that was so dramatic of us. i would never jump now. i’d stand our ground, put my fists up and get ready to fight. ”

#mackfm

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#visage #uwu #hmm my dash not showing any posts ... #reblogs this into the void ig

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mackfm​:

    she never put much thought into the motive behind the other going along with the various misadventures despite the oddities and potential trouble they could get into . all she knew was that if there’s anyone that could take mack’s bizarre ideas and run a mile with them , it’s byul . and for that alone she is forever grateful . “i dunno much about hair but i can relate to thinking i should’ve gotten to know him better . i’ve had less than a year to know jerry , that’s not enough time for me to accurately assess whether or not he’s a lizard or what have you . he was hardly around even when he was , y’know … around .” it sounded silly but who was she to debunk an outlandish theory such as hair lusciousness having a direct correlation to living a double life as a lizard person . so she held her tongue and let byul search for dna . any clue was better than nothing . mack kept herself busy by grabbing ahold of some pen and paper . her messy scrawl read ‘TRUE JERRY TEST’ across the top . “we could start off simple with like his last name or his address . but then we got to dig deeper . like … what artist makes him throw a tantrum when we play them over the speakers ? i dunno .”

“ really? i feel like you’ve been here forever. ” she doesn’t need to bring up how time isn’t real since mack’s the one that introduced her to the concept in the first place, and ever since then she’s rarely been on time to anything. “ it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference, though. i’ve known him since, like, middle school. i doubt i know him more than you do. ” that probably says more about her than jerry, since she’d got it in her head that he doesn’t like her. regardless, she doubts there’s someone who can confidently say that they know jerry well. peering over the table, she reads what mack scribbles down and a genuine smile lights up her face. she could go back and forth bouncing ideas off of each other with mack and not for a single second would she have doubts over whether or not she’s being taken seriously. “ true jerry test, ” she repeats as she crawls along the floor, looking for hair strands. “ hmm, apparently he threw out all the rednex vinyl’s because someone kept playing cotton eye joe during closing a few years ago? ” she can’t imagine jerry ever throwing a tantrum but it sounds like that was the closest he’d ever got to one. “ we could make everyone stand in a line and ask him who his kid is? but we leave jamie out of it to trick him. ”

#mackfm #YES PLS I LOVE IT #n i'd die for mack

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nellieduvall​:

Getting her own bear makes Nellie giggle with pride and she figures they ought to design one in her honor, given all the free advertisement she’s doing tonight alone. She thinks Byul would make a really funny cowboy, but the purple hat does look adorable on her. “Sure am!” Her smile is wide and she has no need to deny it, Byul got her at a point in the night where she feels good. Just the right kind of buzz, enough to feel dizzy with free butterflies and no sense of time. “You’re not drunk.” She returns, her dramatic eyebrows flaring in confusion, but not disapproval. She doesn’t really care if Byul drinks, but she’s also too drunk for her eyebrows to do normal eyebrow things. “I need me some ‘a those.” Orgy senses. “Walked right into a mess of chickens smoochin’. I could have just died!” Her voice raises but her face lights more amused now than during the pregame. “Geez, you think he’s trying to stick it in more people? Wonder if that whole thing’s a big ‘ol lie.” She’s not yet sure if Christian x Reyna is true, but she’ll make a point to ask Christian later (and she does). 

 “ sure am not! ” she mimics nellie’s tone, but her smile is naturally just as wide. “ i’m even better than drunk. ” she inches closer towards nellie, tilting the cowboy hat backwards slightly so there’s no shadow over her face as she opens her eyes as wide as she can. “ look at my pupils -- aren’t they huge? you can probably see your reflection. ” she says this as if it’s some sort of achievement. dreamscape is one of the few times when she does let her pupils get this big artificially. feeling the music with your entire body under the stars is the best thing she’s ever felt, and once she’s in love it’ll be the second. “ come to a few more pregames and before you know it you’ll start ‘a tingling. ” she really wanted nellie to have a good time and feel included, so it’s kind of hard to shake off how bad she’s starting to feel about ditching. “ no, blair wouldn’t lie about that. well, she would. but also she wouldn’t because she’s friends with max now. ” a hint of something in her tone, maybe so. “ yeah, he’s kind of like that. whatever. enough about him. what about the rest of pregame? did you hate that too? ”

#nellieduvall

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crmsns​:​​​

christian wanted to have a good life, but some people just could not let that happen. apparently byul was one of them now. the smile on his face while he danced wiped clean off when she assaulted him with her flailing arm…maybe he should have posed her question back at her: was she a misandrist? instead, he sighed. “what do you want from me, byul?”

“ not everything is about you, christian. ” even though she definitely is the one who made it about him in the first place. oh well. gaslight. gatekeep. girlboss. “ plur -- peace love unity respect, ” she spells out for him, trying not to stare at his black eye. “ that’s all i want. because i’m a raver. ” she cocks her head to the side. “ think you can manage that? ”

#crmsns #im still laughing

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oofkemal​:

there’s a tug at his lips as she starts to grab them with both hands like a little gremlin, though any smile formed will drop at her question before he shakes his head. “ nothing, i’m just not hungry. ” kem responds, and that’s not a lie, looking down at the fries. “ i don’t think anyone’s spat on them, i definitely haven’t, but.. you never know. they taste fine anyway. ” he nods with a soft chuckle, he thinks she’ll eat them regardless. “ how’s your night going ? ”

there’s a frown when he drops her smile, so she shoves the fries back into his hands and pokes her fingers into his cheek, next to the corners of his lips and pulls them upwards. “ better. ” then she pinches a few fries, doesn’t think to take them back. “ yum! they’re so tasty. are you sure you haven’t spat on them? ” there’s something about kem where she thinks even his spit will be sweet. “ so much fun. i’ve been dancing all night. how about yours? can we go sit somewhere? my legs hurt. ”

#oofkemal

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pinkribbcn​:​​

josie almost covers her eyes when byul makes the two gummy bears rub together. it’s silly, but josie can’t stop thinking that she’s watching something that she shouldn’t and feeling just a teensy bit guilty for laughing. “oh my god, byul!” josie blushes, looking away for a second. she bites her lip. “well, i don’t know if i would pick any of them. they’re all like my brother’s age.” if she were being honest, doing what the gummy bears were doing was something so foreign to josie that she couldn’t even think about who she would want to do it with.

josie’s reaction reminds her of how she used to be, albeit around ten years ago, but then she picked up a book. sometimes she wonders if she should’ve just stuck to the bible. “ ew, don’t bring up lex when we’re talking about sex, ” she grimaces, finding out he’d lost his virginity was enough as it is, though she thinks josie’s super lucky to have a brother like lex. “ sometimes i forget you’re a baby. forget this, then. ” she throws the gummy bears into her mouth. “ what about, like, someone you find hot? i’ll make it easy for you, but you can’t judge me. i kind of find jerry hot. ”

#pinkribbcn

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taliasayar​:​​​

          talia  was  already  far  too  tipsy,  lost  in  the  limbo  of  talking  to  her  friends  and  listening  to  the  music.  the  event  was  full  of  people  she  barely  knew  too,  though  she  tried  to  stay  close  to  the  high  volume  employees  most  of  the  night.  but  when  byul  approached  her  with  an  offer  for  an  adventure,  talia’s  curiosity  was  piqued.  ❛  an  adventure  ?  with  you  ?  always,  ❜  talia  smiled  kindly.  ❛  tell  me  more  about  this  adventure  you  speak  of,  ❜  she  said,  eyes  alight.

“ apparently there’s someone here handing out vip access to ... ” she lets a small pause settle between them for a moment, hopefully creating a kind of suspense that’s so exciting that she won’t notice the anticlimactic reveal: “ the back, ” she says whilst drawing an arc in the air with her hands. “ even dr. henry walton jones jr. said it’s too dangerous, but i believe in us. mostly because you’re so pretty, and he has eyes. ” she nods over towards the security guard. “ shall we? ”

#taliasayar

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fervours​:

byul’s words are background noise in reyna’s mind, a disjointed stream of sentences washing over her. single. baby fund. max. the latter snaps reyna out of paralysis, hurt briefing flashing before she blinks it away. max. this is going to break her heart. again. only she could find a way to hurt her more.

“god no.” it hurts more than it should, more than it has any right to, to think about max and christian building up a family. “christian would have dropped to one knee with a ring pop.” she adds unkindly, not once for mincing her words. anticipating byul’s quick mind and inquisitive nature picking up on the ice in her tone, reyna clasps her hand in false excitement. 

“we should figure out who it is. investigate. like that nerdy ass board game - cluedo - but instead of murder in the library, it’s who shagged who in the break room.” 

.

everything is heightened in byul’s mind. she takes the look in reyna’s eyes as her mulling over the prospect of max not telling reyna herself that she’s pregnant, and her verbal response as the conclusion. to be fair, it seems ridiculous to byul too, even though things seem to be a little weird between them.

christian would have dropped to one knee with a ring pop -- that’s a lot to unpack. she thinks to start at the very end with the ring pop but reyna’s sudden change in demeanour is enough to distract her for the time being. 

“ like kinky cluedo? i love it! ” she claps her hands together, though only lightly so to not make too much noice. she pulls out a receipt and pen from her back pocket, and starts scribbling everyone’s names down. “ so obviously it’s not me, not you, and not max? i think marty’s working today. i’ll start with them and report back. ”

#fervours #we could potentially close here ???

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mvxsinc​:​​

     BYUL  BEATS  HER  TO  the  wallet  lying  so  welcoming  right  on  the  ground,  but  with  the  zealousness  she  snatches  it  up  with  maxine  doesn’t  even  feel  bad  about  it.  «  that’s  so  good  of  you,  byul,  »  she  smiles,  and  a  sober  max  would’ve  agreed.  but  drunk  max  wants  a  burger.  «  because  the  guy  whose  pocket  that  fell  out  of  is  just  over  there.  »  it’s  not  true,  but  max  figures  byul  is  way  less  inclined  to  actually  give  the  wallet  back  to  a  50  something  year  old  in  a  speedo  currently  scratching  his  butt.  «  though  he  does  kinda  look  like  he  doesn’t  miss  it  much,  don’t  you  think  ?  »

“ why can’t i stop staring at it? ” unsure if she finds it disturbing or fascinating. it takes her a few seconds to fully process max’s response and byul’s surprise from the unexpected implication shows in the twinkle of her eye. “ oh my god, max .. you’re naughty, ” she says in singsong. “ we’re like thelma and loui-- ew !!! ” it suddenly dawns on her that the hand currently itching the top of a hairy bum crack also touched the wallet. she throws it on the ground then crouches over it to pluck out the cash, glancing back up at max as she continues, “ we’re like thelma and louise. bad girls for life. is there anything you want? my treat. ”

#mvxsinc

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#musings #sry i'm taking forever with replies v_v #having the hardest time trying to Focus #bt i'm always gna reply to everything so feel free to drop our thread whenever xx #hopefully get to rest of my drafts tn <3 #oh also ty to chels for this

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dirtbvgs​:​

                           he’s pretty crossed at this point, a little disoriented because of the damned kaleidoscope glasses that had been glued to the bridge of his nose for half the night. “your eyes –––– no, unless … are you okay, byul?” he asks. he’s not actually sure if he’s seen her drunk before, ever. but even if he’s a little unsure of their collective state, he’s sure he’s heard her correctly. especially when she gets down on one knee. “what? are you crazy? no offense, byul, but i think i weigh like, twice as much as you do. i would literally crush you on impact,” he chuckles, holding a hand out to help her up. “what’s the end goal here? did you need me to like, find someone, or something?”

she doesn’t say anything in response. silence is the most powerful scream, after all. so, she keeps her mouth shut and head tucked in, hoping that he’ll eventually climb onto her shoulders so she can throw him into the air and let him crash onto the floor. except, well, he has a point. he’s huge. it also probably looks like she’s kneeling before a king or something. she slaps his hand away and quickly jumps to her feet. “ yeah, actually. i’m looking for your integrity. ” she crosses her arms over one another. “ and don’t act like you care about whether or not i get hurt. ” she’s annoyed but not annoyed enough to bring blair into the mix. yet. “ i heard you slept with jamie. i’ll kill you. you better run. i’ll give you a five seconds head start. five. four-- ”

#dirtbvgs

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jcmiesingh​:

“sure, yeah,” jamie responds, reaching for his pack of cigarettes without giving a thought to it, or to the fact that he’s never seen byul smoke before. he can’t help but feel a little distracted – he was lost in thought when she appeared, wondering about where he might look for clues about where jerry went. the whole thing’s made him pretty anxious, different possibilities about his dad’s whereabouts always filling his mind, each one worse than the last. and with each day that passed, the part of him that thought jerry would come back became a little less sure of itself. the remnants of those worries were still in the back of his head as he handed byul a cigarette, also taking out his lighter so he could light it for her. “that’s really cool. i don’t think i’ve seen him, you’ll have to point him out next time. sounds like you got lucky– most guys i know have no clue what they’re doing with that romance stuff.” jamie came a little closer and lit up byul’s cigarette before taking another drag from his own.

first awesome, now really cool? oh, he’s so jealous. it’s totally working. the feeling of success makes her lips curl ever so slightly. “ that’s because they haven’t met the right person yet. jow was just like that and then he met me. now look at him. except i might be the right person for him but he isn’t-- ” she stops talking when jamie comes closer, staring at his face as he lights her cigarette. she probably thinks they’re a lot closer than they actually are, as if he’ll be able to feel her breath on his skin if she doesn’t hold it in. she’s still staring when he brings his own cigarette to his lips and she has to blink to snap out of her trance. “ thanks, ” she says quietly, then holds her cigarette up. “ i’m going to smoke this now. ” she looks at the cigarette, then to jamie, then back to the cigarette. then she jumps out of nowhere, letting the cigarette drop from her hand. “ a spider! ” she squeals and steps to the side, then looks down at the ground. “ oh my god, noooo ... i probably shouldn’t smoke that, right? ”

#jcmiesingh

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martytsui​:​

🎸

every time there’s a pause in between shenanigans at the rave, marty can feel herself needing to breathe a bit, memories of the beginning of the night slipping through all the booze and the joint currently in her hand. that’s why when they hear a familiar voice call out to them, there’s a sense of relief that washes over and a smile appears in their lips. they wave, taking a final go at their joint before tossing it to the ground before the other arrives. “byul, ‘sup? yeah — what do you need?” they might just be a tiny out of it.

she decides to shimmy into the space in front of marty in the queue, trying not to catch anyone’s eye. if only she had the confidence to boldly stare back at them and tell them to suck it. maybe next year. “ thanks -- i hate people who push in but i’m seriously going to burst any second now. ” she holds onto her crotch, squirming in place. gaze drops momentarily to the joint in their hand. “ cool joint. 4.20/365, blaze it, am i right? ” oh my god, why did i say that, she curses herself. but she can’t stop talking. “ oh, marty. what’s up with you and alyssa? or is that totally not my business? ”

#martytsui

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mackfm​:

    “oh yeah … totally .” she didn’t remember - the water bottle , anyway . but the trip she had some memories of . she found it both amusing and curious that byul was able to recall such minor details of their time together . “your long term memory must be crazy good ,” she compliments with a tilted smile . “i just remember trying to sneak into the barn to look for spirits .”

“ yep, ” a boastful smile tugs at her lips, “ i remember everything. well, not everything. but the important stuff. ” she could not tell you what the powerhouse of the cell is but she could tell you what mack as wearing that day. but she’s trying not to freak mack out. “ wait-- ” her smile falters, blinking a few times, “ --is that really all you remember? ”

#mackfm

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kcmedinas​:​​

this  is  a  far  reach  from  their  last  engagement,  where  only  very  recently  prior  she’d  seemed  stressed  at  being  seen  bumping  into  each  other.  he  didn’t  really  think  much  of  it  even  seconds  after  it’d  happened  then  though,  not  one  to  linger,  and  he  doesn’t  think  about  it  at  all  now.  only  the  fall  of  her  against  him,  and  his  now  useful  skill  in  trust  falls.  he  could  just  keep  her  upright,  but  it’s  easier  to  hoist  her  into  arms  with  one  behind  her  back  and  the  other  under  her  knees.   ❛   hello   ?   helllllooooo   ?   ❜

the sound that escapes her resembles half of a hiccup, somewhat, but it was mostly an attempt to supress a gasp as she suddenly feels herself being picked up from the floor. maybe she actually died. except her heart is doing flips as if it’s competing in the gymnastics vault for the olympics. her eyes flutter open, and she almost faints for real. she’s so close to his man boobs. they look so strong. she wants to touch them. “ oh ... what happened? where am i? ” she gulps, slowly places a hand against his chest then looks up at him. “ who are you? ”

#kcmedinas #TY FOR UR SERVICE MACE #ive been staring at him for a week

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shapiros​:

– “ALRIGHT,” BLAIR SHRUGS, drops them into her little fanny pack haphazardly. “ suit yourself, but you never KNOW what hunk might sweep you off your feet and then you’ll wish you had those bad boys that i offered you earlier. ” blair considers byul’s suggestion for a beat, not one for the sanctity of marriage but she supposes that’s as decent a reason to get married as any. “ only if you’d officiate the wedding, ” blair says, definitely a condition of any hypothetical future marriage of hers. kem would obviously be the flower girl. “ fair enough. wish you heard jerry, ” blair sighs. “ always smart to empty your stomach so you can drink more, ” she taps her forehead thoughtfully and breezes over that – “ but nah, it just got a bit dramatic because jamie kissed reyna AND max. ” she smiles fondly in the way you have to when your friend has less than two brain cells but you love him anyway.

“ blair, ” she sighs softly, tilting her head to the side, hand rising to cup her cheek without quite touching her skin because make up. “ i’m saving myself for someone special. there’ll be candles, rose petals, soft jazz music and we’ll be madly in love. if i say i’m going home with some hunk tonight, you better stop me. ” she actually thinks blair will get married before her because god is making her wait for all her big moments. “ are you sure? i’ll have everyone in tears. crying buckets. the divorce rate might even go up because they’ll realise they haven’t found true love like you, ” she says. “ i know. i kind of miss him. weird. ” he’ll probably show up tomorrow. eyes close, lips slip between her teeth as she bites down on them for a second -- this is why she didn’t want to know! her life feels like it’s over! but it’s not. she counts to five and pulls herself together. she flops her hand out, open palm. “ give me the condoms. ”

#shapiros