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jamesmarlowe​:

“I saw a spoiler. On Twitter,” he informed her no sooner had he burst into the room, plopping onto the bed with enough oomph to make the mattress bounce, disrupting her pile of decorative pillows— one of which dug its buttons vengefully into his shoulder blade. With a wince, Marlowe wrenched it free and tossed it to the floor. “Apparently, there’s ravioli warfare. Someone threw a fuckin’ ravioli hand grenade— ricotta shrapnel, everywhere. I scrolled before I saw, but my money’s on the new one, y’know, the young-ish hot one? Keep thinkin’ of her as Erika Jayne Lite. Or, fuck, or Tinsley!” From his lower position on the bed, his attention was divided between sending upward glances at Syd— who sat against the headboard, laptop open on her thighs— and his determination to gnaw open an economy-size package of Twizzlers with his teeth. “Tinsley Moritimer, junkyard dog in a Chihuahua body,” Marlowe went on, barely intelligible around the plastic. Succeeding in finally tearing off a strip, this piece went fluttering over the same edge of the bed where the offending pillow had disappeared. “She could absolutely go feral. Give her a ravioli and one good reason, motherfucker.” Previously, on the Real Housewives of New York City… the recap began, taking them through a montage of previous episodes, previous fights, previous displays of entitled awfulness: middle-aged women screeching at each other like a pet shop full of deranged macaws. Marlowe wriggled till his shoulders were also flush against the headboard, handing Syd the opened candy and choosing one of the softer pillows to wedge underneath his neck. For all his pretenses at unconventionality, it felt good— to slow down the inertia of his life for a moment, return to routine. They’d been spending more time apart lately, partly due to the trip and partly due to usual end-of-semester mania, with graduation looming and his departure to New York casting an equally long shadow— and also because, these past few weeks, he simply hadn’t been showing up at her window very much. It was a period of flux; more nights spent in other welcoming beds, hardly anything new. But as Marlowe glanced around the room, comfortingly familiar even in the dark, he found that he’d missed it more than he’d realized. The single dorm outfitted with a clothing rack, twin bed and desk, the bare canvases leaning in the far corner, the pieces of her finished artwork lining the walls, pencils and paintbrushes arranged in a ceramic cup next to a jewelry stand he’d knocked over too many times to count. The pliant mattress, the smell of the fabric softener she used on her sheets, and Syd herself, the most comforting and familiar thing of all: her face lit up by the glow of the screen, her feet cold whenever they brushed against his leg. Marlowe shifted and placed his nose on her neck, chin on her shoulder, to be as close for a moment as possible— much like a cat headbutting for affection. “Twizzle me, please.”

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They were seeing less and less of each other, and it felt like something that was going unaddressed-- the slow drift apart of continents that had once been fused. Despite how things had smoothed over before Rhode Island, something between them fundamentally had changed; Sydney could feel it, and had even recognized it to be that they had realized now that they would be able to live without one another. Not happily, but they’d survive. It made moments like this sweeter; a small return to what was once normal. Marlowe had the energy of a sparkler, bubbling over as he’d burst into the room and she’d been happy to oblige, giggling while she scooted along the covers to make room for him to sprawl out beside her. Neither of them had cable, but Sydney was diligent about the state (and location) of her laptop, which they both had gotten used to watching from the screen that balanced on her legs. “God, I love Erika Jayne. Forget the rest of them, they’re feral-- she’s next level. We’re also behind on Vanderpump Rules, you’re going to have to stay at least three hours tonight.” Marlowe wriggled around, trying to find a comfortable spot; but Syd paused, reaching between them in haste before a pointy elbow could land poorly. “Careful,” she said, tugging a sleepy orange kitten out from between the sheets, “Baby on board.” With Martin and Marlowe now settled in, she leaned her cheek against his head before tugging a stick of licorice from the bag and passing it over. “I cheated on you and watched a few episodes of 90 Day Fiance,” she murmured, “I’m not going to spoil it, but Big Ed is in sooo much trouble.”

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Diana Silvers photographed by Alex Hainer.

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andrcmda​:

When she was bored, Romy liked to download Tinder and swipe through the options. At best, she got herself a hookup and a momentary distraction, and right now she was getting a laugh out of the man that had messaged her a minute ago, already doing his best to turn the conversation to something more saucy. “Isn’t this the worst photoshop you’ve ever seen?” She asks the person before her, showing them the man’s photo. He was older, maybe late thirties, and had photoshopped himself onto a boat quite badly. She could see the strange cropping around his hair. “Should I send him a nude? Kinda feel bad for him.” @radopens​

Syd leaned over, popping her tongue in theatrical disapproval. “He looks like a sad, sad overgrown frat boy. Bet he’s balding in the back, it’s always this type.” Her nose wrinkled, and she swiped to the next photo, squealing as she saw the image. “Oh my god, Romy gross. He looks like his dick stinks. Swipe left, save the nude.” Holding her phone out, she showed her screen and the image on it; a scrawny, curly haired grad student holding a bass. “These are my superlikes these days.” Her head tilted and she assessed the picture once more. “I might just go for it. He’s kinda cute, right?”

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↳ INSTAGRAM: @SYDBELCOURT UPLOADED A PHOTO 3 MINUTES AGO

I think I might have brain rot but this took up forty minutes of my day today and I laughed at it for about ten minutes 

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ellenwilliamz finals really do be like that ↳ sydbelcourt :(

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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why are you sad?

Things just aren’t going as planned, I guess. 

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do you have a crush on anyone?

I’ve always got a crush on a few people, I’m a bit weak that way.

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↳ INSTAGRAM: @SYDBELCOURT UPLOADED A PHOTO 3 MINUTES AGO IN PROVIDENCE, RI

am I tan yet?

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helenbelcourt please use sunscreen! ↳ sydbelcourt yes mom :/ domevans no but always pretty :) ↳ sydbelcourt i’ll take it 😍 leo_fowler icon of striking a pose PLEASE spit in my face it’s what i deserve zoo wee MAMA ↳ sydbelcourt oOOmG leo i love you? we gotta take a picture together before we leave ↳ helenbelcourt sydney, please call me.

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admflynn‌:

Adam always really liked beach bonfires.  He grew up on the Jersey shore, and that sort of thing was essentially banned, due to the mass numbers of people that were in and out of the beach daily in the summer time.  There wasn’t much else for the police to do besides stopping loud drunks on the boardwalk and the disturbances that were constantly going on around the beach houses.  It almost felt like they were doing something illegal here - for all he knew, that was very much an option - and while it was still the beginning of the night, there was an electricity people seemed to have here.  It’s like everyone knew this was one of the first nights to really go wild - the white party was just the beginning, like the palette cleanser.  He was early, and still there were people shotgunning cans by the water when he showed up.  So, he kicked off his shoes and let them sit on the edge of the old beach blanket he brought along with him.  He grabbed a drink, then grabbed another, once he saw a familiar face standing by the water, nudging her arm and offering one silently.  “I didn’t see you yesterday!” he said, cracking his open and taking a sip.  “Havin’ fun?  Is it everything you hoped and dreamed it’d be?” he chuckled. *// @syd-belcourt​

A long blue dress skirted down the length of her body, caught on the curve of her hip and whipping around her ankles as she strode the length of the beach. The wind was beginning to pick up, casting cool air over sun-warmed sand, but Sydney didn’t feel cold, not yet-- not while bare feet were lapped at by the gentle lap of waves, and her dark hair fell over her shoulders. A touch made her look over, stealing her from her thoughts and despite half expecting it to be Marlowe with a sheepish comment about how the sunburn would fade into a golden tan, instead she saw Adam. He was tall, taller than she-- and she had to crane her head up to find his gaze, but once she did, Syd met it with a smile. “I was sort of hiding out,” she admitted. “Couldn’t find the perfect outfit, so I sort of hung around the dock for most of it. Felt too fancy for me, almost.” Her shoulder lifted and she took the drink, mirroring his actions before having a sip for herself. “Honestly?” Sydney laughed, almost embarrassed to admit, “Yeah. I wish this was my life, almost. Living on a pretty coastal town, always close to the beach. I could get used to it.” Her head tipped and she offered a wry smile, “And what about you? Did you get into any trouble yesterday?” 

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@domfm​

She’d dressed for the occasion, wearing a striped beige and white linen jacket with matching shorts-- with her long lashes curled and freckled cheeks without blush (her fading sunburn surely added enough colour). Before they’d entered the restaurant for lunch, she’d pressed the little ring box into Dom’s palm-- hoping that the faux jewel in the band she’d put inside would be convincing enough. Sydney requested that they be seated outside, under a large umbrella and the hostess had been more than willing to oblige, giving Dominic a wink as she lead them to the perfect table. “What do you feel like having?” The brunette asked when they were finally settled, a crowd of witnesses around at other seats. Her lips tugged up at the corner, “Want to get something to share?”

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gc: the slut reading this 💖💖

marlowe: oh what's that? behind door number 2? outdoor showers and ocean views baby 😘 but promise me you'll keep your window open bc i have pre-separation anxiety already

marlowe: well to quote him directly

marlowe: "memory foam without the memory part". your guess is as good as mine?

marlowe: and syd please try to contain your lust. please i can almost hear you heavy breathing over text

len: always leave the window cracked for our favourite puppy

len: omfg im retching wtf wtf

syd: oh my GOD

syd: he's cute won't apologize for it!

syd: where was this judgement when len fucked that guy who looked like rory culkin a week ago bc he dropped a single on soundcloud she liked :/

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gc: the slut reading this 💖💖

marlowe: if the bolo tie crack was about me then i am retroactively offended on my own behalf sydney

marlowe: uh yeah? already assumed? we can cordon off the back seats with some velvet rope and len's LV duffels. vip only!

marlowe: though i did interview adam flynn for his footrest potential and learned some very unsettling things about his thighs

len: syd actual angel from heaven

len: marlowe what cabin are u in!! i cant believe they separated us? this feels like a human rights issue

len: ew are they skinny and hairy are they like licorice ropes that have fallen on carpet

syd: ???? what did u learn about his thighs

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gc: the slut reading this 💖💖

marlowe: who brings socks to italy? loafers and horny naked ankles are like, the whole culture

marlowe: thank you sweet angel 😇😇😇 i just have a few shirts that need to be stuffed in whatever crevice you can find nbd

marlowe: len ur rockin bolo ties now?

len: is that how people form the midwest say thong

syd: just realized my joke didn't land because u have to actually do up buttons to wear a bolo tie

syd: i've got an extra packing cube i'll help you both :/

syd: can we sit together on the bus i don't think i'd be able to cope if i had to be next to a stranger for three hours

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gc: the slut reading this 💖💖

marlowe: because you've got those packing cubes and you're sooo good at conserving space

marlowe: queen of packing legend of smart travel!😊

marlowe: i wish dom would send me a packing list... do u think dom evans ever thinks of me? i hope so.

syd: remember when someone said they were a scam to prey on the vulnerable?

syd: same person who packed 14 handkerchiefs for italy and not a single pair of socks

syd: bring ur bags to mine later, i'll make sure you're all set

syd: (and i have enough room for at least two bolo ties and a bottle of facewash if u need)

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gc: the slut reading this 💖💖

marlowe: so who has extra room in their suitcase for some of my stuff ❤️❤️❤️

len: literally was just about to send that exact text like wtf am i supposed to bring dom sent everyone in perkins a packing list but it was like... bug spray and cargo shorts 😒

len: ive got 2 rimowas ready but i need someone to carry my skin care pls 💕

syd: why does this feel like an @ for me

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lastflcwers‌:

          “  what do i think  ?  ”  castor swallowed hard, mulling over the proper way to answer her question. he’d thought about scenarios such as this more times than he could count or cared to admit to even himself. in truth, she was breathtaking. although that was always the case. sydney could’ve adorned rags  —  a literal burlap sack  —  and he still would’ve thought so.  “  if i’m being honest,  ”  he paused, taking a few steps closer to her. smoke plumed from his mouth like thick fog.  “  i’m really into it. you look like you’d murder me and then leave a kiss mark on my cheek to let ‘em know who did it.  ”  he handed the cigarette back before a finger ghosted along the pink strap on her shoulder.

She luxuriated in his pause, in the way that he looked at her. It wasn’t often that she felt like this-- too much to drink made her hungry for attention, validation, for something. Dark hair fell over her bare shoulders and down her back, and despite the fact that it was cold outside; spring hadn’t quite loosened its cold grip on the evenings, Sydney felt warmed. Her cheeks were pink, her lips painted scarlet. The corners of them lifted as he approached, the click of his shoes against asphalt making the simple action feel purposeful, like he was treading on ice that had thinned to transparency, risking it all. “Can’t tell if that’s good or bad,” she admitted, long lashes sweeping down when she cast a glance to his hand by her skin. Hazel eyes found his again, and she tipped her head and tapped the ash from her cigarette, daring him to act further. “Doesn’t sound too bad, though.”

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clemtaylor‌:

“juul looks so cool but i don’t trust it,” clem said matter-of-factly, scrunching up her nose as if personally offended by electronic cigarettes. it sounded so expensive — smoking was an expensive habit, which was one of the main reasons she couldn’t imagine getting into it for real, but it was a good excuse for stepping outside at parties and that was all she needed most time. leaning to light her cigarette, she took a drag tentatively, getting through it rather gracefully. “guess i’m at my best when i’m trying to impress cool chicks, should stick to only smoking in your presence,” she teased, laughing slightly. “i have to ask, because it’s been on my mind all night — what do you think made them pair us, exactly? anything you see about me at first glance that says, sydney match material?”

She tilted her head so that she could watch Clem, delighted by the way that her face animated when she spoke-- the slight furrow of her brows, the scrunch of her nose. It was then that Syd decided that the other girl had a face that she wanted to paint, one so emotive that it would take a million attempts to capture it perfectly-- from the freckles that dusted her nose to the light that lived in her eyes. Sydney smiled herself, turning to look in front of them before she gave herself away. The cigarette between her own fingers smouldered before she took a pull, exhaling a steady stream of smoke that haloed them. “I don’t know,” she admitted, “I wouldn’t put it past them to think that it would be cute because of the height difference, and not put any thought in it beyond that.” The last part of Clem’s question made her smile. “You’re beautiful, which is a great start,” she answered, shifting so that her entire body was angled towards the other girl and lowering her hand so that the lipstick stained cigarette was held now by her side. “But you seem relaxed. Like you’re confident in yourself. I like that a lot.”