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imssg // maggie

maggie: its almost time for night drinking

maggie: whats your stance on that?

brooke: probably like 2% better than day drinking but only if the alcohol is free

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imssg // maggie

maggie: respectable drag

maggie: are you doing something better?

brooke: 100% percent

brooke: day drinking

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imssg // maggie

maggie: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/43/a7/91/43a791b00e4784a6155ff48a4cbed373.jpg

maggie: ART

maggie: come make ART

maggie: im covered in chalk

maggie: it's everywhere

brooke: no thank u lisa frank

brooke: i'd rather spend my time doing .....literally anything else

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brooke → viktor

viktor: you drain the mold out ... duh

viktor: it's got health benefits you wouldn't understand

brooke: how do you just drain all of the mold out

brooke: how do you guarantee that???

brooke: it makes no sense like at all

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Never Goin’ Back dir. Augustine Frizzell (2018)

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brooke → viktor

viktor: i laughed //:

viktor: it’s moldy fermented tea. tea fermented with mold. fermented mold tea.

viktor: it’s healthy!

brooke: how is MOLDY tea HEALTHY

brooke: isnt mold like super bad for you

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teddylawrence‌:

“God, c’mon, please,” Teddy dragged out the last word for far too long, probably long enough to annoy the other, head thrown back and everything. A full on dramatic display of how whiny he could get if he didn’t get his way, “I’ll show you! Promise,” he said, making his way towards the other, already gripping onto Brooke’s hands to position them properly, making sure the end of the arrow slotted properly into the notch of the bow, “Stuffed animal? That… would have been smart if we were at, like, the carnival, but. Hellur, we’re at a party in an abandoned building, like. Obviously, I’m gonna give you a shot or something. We have a fuck ton of liquor and the prize is like, the closer you get to the center of the target the more, like, top shelf shit you get or whatever. I don’t know I didn’t… actually think about it, I won’t lie. But, I mean, alcohol! It’s worth the try for alcohol, right?”

Brooke let out a prolonged groan as Teddy began to pull her hands into position, completely aware that she looked like a petulant child who’d shown up to someone’s birthday party only to make everything about her. “This hurts my fingers,” she whined, before being distracted by the promise of alcohol. Any alcohol was good alcohol, and the idea of getting some for free was enough to snap her out of her mood. “Can I win, like, a whole bottle?” Brooke asked, eyebrows shooting up towards her hairline as she began to pull back on the bowstring despite having no clue how a bow actually worked. “Like, a whole bottle of whiskey or something? Or vodka?”

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teddylawrence‌:

The $5 bed-sheet looking outfit wrapped around Teddy - he was proud that he’d bought it from an actual costume store and didn’t use his own bed-sheets, despite their look - would probably make anyone else wince as they wore it. The outfit wasn’t even a necessity, but there wasn’t a time Teddy didn’t find a way to dress up if an occasion set up a reason to. Teddy was just so giddy he didn’t even think twice about it, plastic crown on his head teetering so that it was on the edge of slipping off his head, “See, this is where I envisioned people could bob for apples because that would be, like, fun, but. It doesn’t really have… anything to do with. Our theme,” he explained to his company, after insisting on showing them around the room that really, could be taken in in all of five seconds anyway. It was obvious Teddy was wired, pupils dilated and movements short as he attempted to do a thousand things at once, finally settling on grabbing the other’s hand and dragging them to the other side of the room, “But we set up fake archery! Try it! I kinda wanted it to be… super real, because that’d be cool. I’m realizing now how that could be dangerous. Seriously, try it. For me? Please?”

Brooke had been dragged out of her dorm room against her will, told that doing anything other than watching murder documentaries would be an acceptable use of her time. She disagreed but her protests and frequent passive aggressive sighs had done nothing to save her from her fate and now here she was, bow in one hand and a leaking cup of beer in the other. “I don’t know how to shoot a fucking arrow,” she whined as she made a conscience effort not stomp her booted foot against the floor. “What’s the point, anyway? Do I win something? Like a fucking stuffed animal or an eraser or some shit?”

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brooke → viktor

viktor: ya my therapist said i had to cut out toxic people from my life /:

viktor: [...]

viktor: sike! i’ve been making my own kombucha and it stinks up the place.

brooke: thats not fucking funny viktor

brooke: like at all

brooke: whats kombucha

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brooke → viktor

brooke: can i come over please 🙂

brooke: u havent had me over in like a month 🙂

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sebfitzgerald‌:

“For fucks sakes Emily, you’re not pregnant with my child, just fat. Let’s settle this on Jeremy Kyle, lie detector test and all. You can’t get pregnant if I didn’t insert myself into your wide-set grand canyon— You’re the Virgin Mary now? The baby will come out of your ass then? How about my ass?” A sudden beep could be heard from the iPhone and he checked to see that he was hung up on. Running a hand through his hair, he frowned. How was he to be amused now without the bible thumper?

“You know vaginas can’t be stretched out to the point of being a fucking canyon, right?” Brooke asked, face screwed up in an expression that could only be explained as a combination of disgust and intrigue. Listening to people talk on the phone was always interesting, even if the conversation was boring, but finding someone like this was a rarity and Brooke wasn’t about to let him get away without coaxing some information out of him. “It’s elastic, okay? The vagina. It’s like a Stretch Armstrong type thing if Stretch Armstrong were a hole that you could put your dick into.” As she continued to speak, Brooke leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “And since the vagina is like Stretch Armstrong, that means it bounces back, so your whole argument is flawed. Well, except for her being pregnant. You definitely can’t have a baby out of your ass. Maybe one day, though. Science is fucking wild.”

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「 odessa young. cis female. 」have you seen brooke o’doyle around yet? i hear she decided to be in PEREGRINIS for their SOPHOMORE year as a PSYCHOLOGY major. the 22 year old SHEPHERD is known to be clever, loyal, violent and catty.

* tw for sibling death via car accident

general info

brooke taylor o’doyle

january 19 / capricorn

she/her/hers

born in montana

biromantic / bisexual

aesthetics

the smell of stale cigarettes mixed with dollar store brown sugar body spray, slipping a swirly straw in the gap between your two front teeth, collecting shitty stick n’ poke tattoos like they’re quarters, having your childhood best friend pierce your ears parent trap style in the bathroom, screaming in public but crying in private, eating family dinners sat next to the vacant seat that your twin would’ve taken if he were still here.

background

the youngest of three with two older brothers, one of them being her twin

forced to strive for attention throughout her childhood, which resulted in her pitching fits and throwing tantrums and acting out in any way that would garner a reaction

her father worked primarily as a construction worker and her mom taught at a local elementary school in their hometown of great falls, montana

her parents working all the time meant that brooke spent most of her time with her brothers climbing in trees that fell in their neighbor’s yard or slinging punches at one another that left bruises they’d have to cover up with their mom’s dollar store foundation

was closest to her twin. they were attached at the hip, constantly walking arm in arm wherever they went, and the told each other everything. he was responsible for keeping her calm and mellow and, when she wasn’t with him, she was often difficult to be around

lost lucas, her twin, at the age of sixteen when he collided head-on with a two truck that sent him throughout the windshield of his small beater and headfirst into the concrete. by the time emergency responders reached the scene, he was gone

his death served as the catalyst for brooke to leave great falls after she’d finished high school and follow her boyfriend to new york, where he’d moved only a few months prior to her graduation so he could be closer to his mother

her parents tried to persuade her not to go but she’s never been the type to be easily swayed

with her newfound freedom came the realization that she had to support herself. during her first few years in new york, brooke worked a steady stream of odd jobs, with her longest stint being at a small corner store, before she took on a permanent gig as a cashier at a local gas station shortly after her twentieth birthday

the thought of going to college had never really crossed her mind until she and her boyfriend were on the outs and she was looking for something to do. her grades in high school had been good, if only because her brothers pushed her to try, and her parents were more than willing to shell out cash if it meant that their daughter would do something decent with her time

lockwood wasn’t the first choice but it was a decent one and it meant that she could put distance between herself and her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend by moving into a dorm

her time at lockwood thus far has been smooth as can be expected given that she’s far from home and didn’t know anyone when she first started classes

brooke’s never thrived when left alone and without attention for long, though, and so she took to flitting from person to person and friend group to friend group, always searching for more drama and more chaos

fast facts

loves beating the absolute shit out of anyone that looks at her the wrong way

grows super attached to boyfriends/girlfriends really fast and then loses her fucking mind when they leave for whatever reason (usually bc she did something batshit)

will do anything for a long island iced tea

is horrible at making long-term friends bc she doesn’t like to be around the same people for too long. something about them not liking it when she gets violent

can be surprisingly magnetic and charismatic when she wants to be?? 

survives off of fruit roll-ups and energy drinks most of the time

will put anything in the gap between her front teeth

needed plots

an enabling, equally hostile best friend that records her when she’s in a hair-pulling cat fight so she can post it on youtube

an on and off boyfriend that she’s slightly obsessed with

past and current hookups

exes i guess? but relationships definitely are Not a common thing for brooke

people she parties with regularly

literally so many people that can’t stand her........please

and anything else that isn’t listed here bc i suck at coming up with plots

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hey hi hello! i’m perks, i’ve been here before like... multiple times but i always dip out because i’m a shit person and i also am usually in school (i’m not at the moment though!! just finished my final summer semester), and i absolutely 100% am about to pass out because i stayed up all night but i will be around later this afternoon (it’s like 9 am my time right now (cst)) to post an intro and get some replies to starters up!! feel free to message me for plots and the like. brooke’s a handful and loves starting shit so go off of that for now, i guess? lmao

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Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kasuma 

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