#pretending.starters

[starringstjames]

Having a social media presence is really taking its toll on me. It was one thing to have teenage girls with Ben Platt in their profile pictures call me hot and try to make me join their groupchats consisting of prepubescent theatre kids talking about their middle school production of Godspell, but I don’t know how one’s meant to respond to being called both ‘skinny af’ and ‘thicc’ every time I post a picture, it seems pretty damn contradictory. I know they’re meant to be compliments, but I feel like consensus has to be reached. Am I a skinny legend or a thicc bitch? I don’t know if I can’t be both.

@pretendingstarters​

[sebbysmythe]

Tried to meet up with my Scruff date until I found out that he was in Staten Island. Like you expect me to take a ferry to hook up? Honestly, the nerve to pull that shit when I can find perfectly acceptable lay in Manhattan. @pretendingstarters​

[brittzpierce]

001; in the middle of the night

@pretendingstarters

Brittany hadn’t slept well in weeks, and tonight was no exception. The awkward posturing it took to lay down in the space behind the lockers was uncomfortable at best, and absolutely spine contorting at worst. She had to figure this living situation thing out. ASAP. Before her move to the city, her parents had warned her about the financial burden it would be. But she was fresh out of college, newly in love, and blind to the potential dangers of moving across the country from the safety net of her family and friends.

She was constantly paranoid that someone would find her here, sleeping in the space behind the lockers that nobody cleaned or noticed. She could stash her blanket in her locker every morning, bright and early, and her coworkers were none the wiser. Tonight marked one week sleeping here, except she couldn’t sleep. She turned from side to side restlessly, stopping when she heard a sound from outside. It sounded like a whimper.

Was there a puppy outside? She nearly scraped a gash in her leg turning the corner to come out from behind the lockers and quietly slipped out the front door of the studio. Luckily, she taught the first class in the morning and thus needed the keys to open up.

The streetlight seemed ominous, and a scuffling by the dumpsters added to the atmosphere. She was wound up, so the unexpected voice of another person startled a high-pitched squeak out of her.

“Who are you?”

[pretendingblaine]

Does anyone have experience with child proof fridge locks? Like, do they actually work? This was the third night in a row that Freddie managed to open the fridge to steal my leftovers, so I woke up to a total mess.

Oh, Freddie is my cat, by the way. Probably should’ve mentioned that sooner...

@pretendingstarters​​

[archive-broadwayberrie]

“i might have lived in the city my whole life, but there is one thing i will never get used to. the weather.” rachel leaned towards the person by her side and gave them an apologetic smile as she fixed her coat. “you never know what to expect! are you going to end all squeezed up in the subway because it’s raining or will you freeze to death when it starts snowing?” she had nothing to complain about, considering she would most likely ask to use the private limo of the theater, but, she was at least trying to be relatable. “i’m sorry about that, i think i woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

tagging: @pretendingstarters​

[pretendingstarters-blog]

INTRODUCING: THE STARTER BLOG. ☆

please, tag @pretendingstarters whenever you post open starters! if they don’t show up in the tag, this will be the way to find all the starters!