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blxwingminds:

Elliot felt his cheeks tinging pink just a bit and he shifted awkwardly in his seat, eyes looking back down at his composition. “Thanks.” He said softly. He wasn’t very good at accepting compliments. “Oh, uh, yeah. I can probably do that.” Just something easy, like the guitar, or the piano… it wasn’t hard to teach those. “Oh right. I’m Elliot, nice to meet you.” He said and set his pencil down to shake the other’s hand.

a small blush painted the other boys face, how sweet, how cute. his attempt at accepting the apology added onto it, seeming so nervous and shy, so adorable. “you’re too cute.” he was going in heavy, but he thinks it just might work with this one. “how about the guitar, i think i’d look pretty good with that? playing wonderwall at a campfire? i can imagine it now.” this was genuine, he really could picture that. “elliot, nice name, even nicer to meet you.” giving him a nice shake, and an even better smile.

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sincrlyconnor:

Connor rolled her eyes and grabbed one of her pillows nearby before throwing it at Miles. “ I’ll say whatever I want about that blob of pure fat if he’s going to make a mess of my apartment. At this point a mob of angry basic white bitches from peta screaming outside my windows would be the least of my worries. Whatever.” She didn’t have time for this ugly rat dog, but she knew Miles was going to force him as a responsibility anyways, because he was a dickhead. “I can’t- oh my fucking god- I can’t have Jared take care of the gremlin, we’re not exactly…in a good situation right now. When I thought I was dying I slipped up and told him I loved him because I thought they were going to be my last words. I wanted to be remembered as like a good person or whatever but apparently I’m just really hard to kill. It’s awkward.” She laughed bitterly and kicked him lightly in the side. “Do it and please make sure I die when you yeet me. God I just need this all to end.”

clearly seeing the pillow coming he blocked it, picking it up off the floor and throwing it back at her. “don’t you know throwing things is dangerous? you could’ve gotten my eye!” he yelled amiably. “you really want peta on top of a killer on your ass? damn bitch, you’re ruthless. come on, you’re gonna love this dog, it was screaming that it was meant for you.” he was so damn dramatic, and connor got the worst of it. “you said you loved him?” if he had a drink, he’d take a sip just to spit it out in shock. “are you some type of idiot? how dramatic do you have to be to tell someone you love them when you don’t? or do you? tell me all of it, come on.” he loved hearing about the drama in connor’s life, it never failed to entertain him. “as a real friend, you wouldn’t even need to say shit like that to me, i would already lie for you in the grave and come up with bullshit. say you secretly were visiting children in the hospital every week, and donating all your money and shit.” she better do the same for him if he died, rather than have a slew of people come forward and tell of all the shit he’s done, especially his long lost child. “suicide was so last year, it’s not even funny anymore, hannah baker.”

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michaelthesmuggler:

“Not only do you need to dedicate your biggest best selling book to me, but you also need to have more than one chapter talking about how amazing of a person I am. Just really get in there and talk me up.” Michael satdown across from her with his own drink and a goofy smile on his face. “It’s my charm obviously, it’s a real chick magnet.” A carefree chuckle left him as he took a drink from his rare soda, and nodded along in understanding to her response to his skepticism. “Nah, I just wanted to check in alright? Make sure you got the good goods.”

“well if you want to have multiple chapters dedicated to you then you’ve got to do a whole lot more to stay memorable to me. sacrifice yourself to the killer to save me, now that would get you at least two chapters.” she teased, the closest she could get to it at least. “yes, you are so charming, the way you handed me my drink swoon.” with a monotone voice she put her hand to her forehead, rolling her eyes. “also, chick, really? not only is it a sexist term for women, but since when did you want a chick anyway.” as much as she denied it, michael was one of her closest friends, if not her best. “i always got the good goods. i can’t believe i just said that.”

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quantmquinn:

Quinn slid open a drawer to put her flash drive away, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face at the mention of a great movie. “You mean Zombieland? I love that movie, the comedy is great. Honestly they are just that good, even though they’re also heart attack worthy.”

joanna was surprised to still be here and not rushing home to get back to her busy, self inflicted, work schedule. “was it zombieland? probably, i honestly can’t remember.” it had been a long time since she’d seen a movie that wasn’t just for background noise as she worked. “well maybe i’ll get you that, if it’s what you really want.”

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blxwingminds:

A small smile crept onto Elliot’s face when he was complimented, and he looked up from the paper at the other. “Thanks… and I play violin as my main instrument, but then also guitar, piano, I did trombone in highschool… and I sing, a little bit.” He explained with a bit of a nod, mostly to confirm to himself that he’d listed them all. “I’d say it’s a lot more faking than making, but sure.” He let out a small chuckle, glancing at the other again when he nudged him but just giving him a smile.

“look you have a nice smile too.” he pointed out, smirking himself, bringing his drink to his lips to cover just how cocky his smile was. “that’s so cool, i wish i could play at least one instrument. maybe you can teach me one sometime.” he then followed this with a laugh, shaking his head. “i’m asking you to teach me how to play an instrument and we haven’t even been properly introduced. i’m miles.” he stuck his hand out to be shaken, smiling down at the boy. 

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crczysqucd:

“perfect, we’re at 9 olde town lane - here’s my business card, you can call me to arrange a time,” she said, handing the other a floral scented business card. “of course, i’ll text you the details once we decide if we’re doing friday or saturday.”

“a business card, how bougie for a drug deal. you’re lucky i’m who i am, because anyone else in my...business should not be trusted with this.” handing out unnecessary advice, it was soon to be her career. pushing the card into her purse, she pushed it shut. “what’s the event, again?”

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crczysqucd:

“deal, you might want to familiarize yourself with the feeling of defeat. should be easy given your brothers.” drew wasn’t the type to say no to a competition, even when he knew that it likely wasn’t going to end well for him. “wow much pride, much success. too bad that i’m not here for your emotional support, or that would have been a sweet moment.”

“man, our brothers don’t define us, only our own actions can do such a thing.” bullshit quote out of ass; check. miles felt like kevin wendell crumb with all the different personalities he portrayed around different people, this time it was frat douche. “don’t kill the moment man, we may not be direct brothers but we are apart of the same system of fraternity, making us like cousins. it’s sweet, don’t push it away.”

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freaknatured:

❛     look    ,    i’m    weird    ,    i’m    a    weirdo    .     i    don’t    fit    in    ,    and    i    don’t    wanna    fit    in    .     have    you    ever    seen    me    without    this    camera    ?     THAT’S    WEIRD    .      ❜

“man shut the hell up.” usually miles pretended to be nice to most people, but when you got a crusty ass mofo coming at you talking about being a ‘weirdo’, you gotta be honest.

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sincrlyconnor:

Connor was still bedridden from the attack and spent most of her time trying to catch up on her work, or at least that’s what she was telling herself as she rolled up her third joint of the day. She almost jumped when Miles busted into her room, already forgetting that she had given him a key to the place a while ago. “What. The fuck. Is that. It looks like a blob of fat. The only thing it looks like it will be protecting is a strip of bacon.” She sighed and looked at the pathetic animal in his arms, and let out a distressed noise as he made a ruin of the floor.  “ Are you serious right now? C’mon dude, you know I can’t get up right now to clean that up. No, I did not agree to having most of the custody. That furballs gonna die since I can barely even take care of myself.”

miles took a seat at the edge of her bed, resting one of his hands on her lower leg as he looked back and forth between her and meatball. “okay, first of all...bitch, don’t you dare say anything bad about my boy meatball. that’s our son, if you say shit like that about him people will call peta on you and i think dealing with a dog is more tolerable than that.” he started off his rant, already protective over the dog peeing all over. “have your roommate clean it, blame your injury.” he shrugged. this was why he loved connor so much, why they were so close, she was the only person he could be his natural asshole self with. “take care of meatball or i’m gonna join the director and fuckin yeet your ass into hell.”

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quantmquinn:

Quinn closed her laptop and handed it back over with a shrug. “No problem. Nah, another company bought them before they went bankrupt. I know they’re shitty for me but like, it’s worth it. I have a huge sweet tooth.”  She rested her head against her arm and smiled brightly. “You ever try one?”

quickly taking her laptop and putting it in her bag, safe and sound and hopefully working once she got back to her well deserved apartment. “no, i don’t believe i have. wasn’t there a zombie movie though where all the guy wanted was a twinkie, and searched everywhere for one? must be good if people want it even then.”

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michaelthesmuggler:

“Such a poetic way with words Joanna, when will you write your deep award winning novel about the struggles of life? Bravo.” Michael wiped away a fake tear as he reached into his fridge and procured a couple of crystal pepis to go with the brownies. “Look at you bringing me treats and being all buddy buddy. What did I do to deserve such a caring and adorable friend?” He set the drinks down on the table and slid one over to her. “I’m assuming these are the good type of brownies right? Because I don’t want to be disappointed when I take a bite out of it.”

"well i would hope so, it is apart of my major." she teased as much as a girl like her could. "maybe when i'm an old woman on my death bed, i'll write the woes of my life after i have a very successful journalism career. you'll have to wait some time for it, michael, but it'll be worth it. maybe i’ll even dedicate it to you; for that ginger i wasted my time on." she took a seat at the table in his place, taking her crystal pepsi and taking a sip. "i honestly don't know what you did to deserve my kindness." she really didn't, she was far from in touch with her emotions, and couldn't explain why she liked michael so much except for the fact that she simply did. "do you really have to ask?"

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frankiefritz:

Fritz sat across from Nicolette with a neutral expression, her hand tapping the side of her warm coffee cup repeatedly as she tried to bargain. “My last supplier didn’t do a very good job at bringing deliveries in on time so I had to…cut ties. I’m assuming you will be more dependable though? Because if I don’t get a supply of morphine and  oxycodone by this Thursday there will be consequences.” @hypnctism

nicolette sat across from fritz, paralleling each other with a coffee in hand, and a neutral expression on her face. the girl was undeniably creepy, but nicolette prided herself on not getting scared too easily, much less by such a short baby faced girl. "i'm always on time, anyway you aren't really one to be sending threats around, since you're relying on me right now."

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evaxlarsen:

“Thank God. Isn’t it so ironic how there are so many insane people studying psych? Do you think they’re all here trying secretly to figure out what’s wrong with themselves and self-diagnose? Not sure if a whole college degree is cheaper than some therapy.” Eva laughed, looking over at her and nodding. “You’ve got that right. They all think they’re so smart but it’s like watching the blind leading the blind. They keep running into their own limits and think they’re still making progress.”

"definitely, people who want so desperately to find themselves that they learn every detail of the mind and diseases of it in hope of finding some excuse for why they are who they are." she was already sounding like a psychologist. "if we want to go forward we must keep walking rather than lean back on the past for guidance. the mind is ever changing, and so much is left undiscovered and many beliefs unproven. people in this industry should realize that rather than accept what is already known and nothing else."

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blxwingminds:

The shock that the other seemed to experience at Elliot’s words was honestly surprising, and he found himself laughing a bit. “I play a few instruments, this is just for one of my classes. I’m not that great a writer.” He explained with a bit of a shrug. He didn’t like his own compositions, he preferred playing other people’s. “Yeah, you should try it.”

a laugh, this might be easier than he thought. "you have a nice laugh." making his voice sound as sincere as he could, miles spoke. "which do you play? i'd love to hear." he didn't mind music, so that would be easy. "i'm sure you're a great writer, and if not fake it till you make it right." with that he gave him a small nudge and a bright smile. "i just might."

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@sincrlyconnor

“okay, get this, i have the best news.” miles spoke as he allowed himself into connor’s room, casualties no longer needed between the two. “so i was going to target and i passed a pet smart, and they were having one of those adoption days with a bunch of dogs around and i was like okay, let’s see what they have in here. and boom, i saw the most angelic dog you’ll ever meet: meatball. he’ll be your protection dog from the big bads hiding in the shadows.” he spoke, revealing the fat chihuahua in his arms. “he pees when he’s scared, and excited, and happy, or really any emotion, but it’s apart of his charm.” he explained as he dropped meatball onto the floor, leaving him to make a mess with his urine. “since i got him we technically have joint custody, so he is meatball scavo-murphy, but i’ll allow you to have him most days.”

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@michaelthesmuggler

“today was one filled with disdain and disappointment, and since i’d rather not get into the details of such things you are here to be my distraction.” joanna found pleasure in few peoples company, and somehow michael made it on the list of those few. “i got some brownies and we can figure out the rest from there.”

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evaxlarsen:

“Uh, oh my god, it’s like you’re reading my mind.” Eva laughed softly. She was so sick and tired of hearing about Sigmund and how the sun shone out of his ass. “Honestly, if I had any say in who was hired in the Psych department if any of them claimed Freud was the reason they wanted to study psychology, I would ask them to leave. And if I found out they were teaching him like he was some saint who could do no wrong, they’d be fired immediately.”

“well i’m glad there is another sane person in my class, otherwise i would have gone insane by now if i didn’t have you to rant to.” nicolette chuckled, being genuine for once. “that’s how it should be, considering so many of his ‘experiments’ were faked. god, people here are fucking idiots.”