#retroqrades

[klydcs]

off track, with max because wbk they're dumbasses ✌🏼🤭

 ·   * ⟨ off track get lost with them.

this time it was klyde’s turn. words filled with aggression and confusion ceaselessly tumbled in a hurried fashion out of his lips. they filed out of his lips so fast as if he had been holding them in for so long and he w a s. all of the problems currently plaguing him had come up as soon as he saw the other. and the two just walked. with each word, another step was taken. at this point in time, they had been walking far too long in a direction both of them were unfamiliar with. so, it was no surprise when after a slight pause, two cerulean eyes lazily looked around. those long limbs halted to a stop and delirium was heavy on his tongue, “where the fuck are we ?” eyes immediately began inspecting around them. the exhaustion settling within his bones rendered his speech nonsensical. “is this narnia ? max, call me mum i’m scared,” a horrible british accent was attempted by klyde as he replied. “my phone is dead – we’ve been out for too long. send a distress signal to anyone, my man. anyone but the devil,” he scratched his head while glancing at the other. 

[libertyrains]

✉ with nadine

SEND ME  //    still accepting

Tue 02/04/2020

[ text 14:02 ]: i know i just ate lunch and i’m in the middle of geophysics class[ text 14:02 ]: but can we please have spicy ramen for dinner????[ text 14:03 ]: PWEEASEEE??

Wed 02/05/2020

[ text 08:37 ]: you know it’s too early when i came to hug you in the hallway[ text 08:38 ]: only it’s not you and it’s actually ellie[ text 08:38 ]: GAY PANIC

   Wed 02/06/2020

[ text 20:12 ]: i’m downstairs making dinner[ text 20:12 ]:  can you bring me a hoodie?[ text 20:12 ]: i’m cold :((((

@interqalactics

[paramiguel]

@retroqrades​

lumpy pillow tucked under one arm and a bottle of the corner store’s finest whiskey that he definitely didn’t steal under the other, miguel knocks on the front door of the beta frat. one of the football players answers the door, shirtless. do these tontos ever wear shirts? one eyebrow perched, miguel looks him up and down before announcing monotonously, “i’m here for max.” the jock steps aside to let him in, and miguel makes his way up to max’s room. 

“i come bearing some fine-ass whiskey and the lumpiest pillow ever, so if you have an extra one to spare, that’d be gr --” miguel stops in his tracks. “shit, sorry man. i should’ve knocked.” 

[jadelow]

FMK the last three people on the dash

SLEEPOVER WEEKEND  //    still accepting

“ Fuck Val ( @valmontero ), marry Max ( @retroqrades ) and annoy him for thes rest of my life and kill Klyde ( @klvdes ) Or kiss him if I’m feeling extra naughty or whatever. “

[ohadclina]

❛ /  𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱  » @retroqrades​

dark brown hues fell upon the familiar face. curiosity seeped through her system. with each second that passed, another question formed. discomfort slowly slipped into her body at the mere sight of someone who just hours ago was questioned for murder. yet, she didn’t show it -- shoulders back, direct eye contact, and the loud sound of her heels clicking against the concrete as she approached. not even the slightest of fear held her back like it should’ve. deep red lipstick stained her lips. as she got closer to the other, words came spilling out passed those lips, “i thought the cops would know what they’re doing,” a dramatic sigh followed. “--but here they are letting a murderer go. such a shame,” an over exaggerated pout was sent the other’s direction. “now tell me, how much did you have to lie for them to let you go, maxie ?”

[cloversgossip]

pair someone with cori

Realistically? Her and peter look good together, but I think Santiago will be a last minute contender. Unrealistically? I think her and Max would be killer. Either way, who ever ends up with Cori is an exceptionally lucky person. Have you seen her?? 

@coritm @ptcrs @santiagosvarcla @retroqrades 

[laylaevsmems]

is there anyone you would rather avoid?

honesty day!

humming to herself, she gave a moment to think about it before saying, “well, i’m not entirely sure about my list of who to avoid, but i definitely know max is one of them. just being around him makes me uncomfortable.” @retroqrades

[anxstcsia]

THERE HE WAS, northshore’s most recent murder suspect and the ultimate mystery man of campus. she thought it quite brave of him to be out in such an open space, she wouldn’t put it past some of the students here, who collectively shared one brain cell between them, to make his life a living hell. in all honesty, anastasia was not the most familiar with him. of course she had followed the story like everyone else, but did we ever really know a person ? even the limited people that she kept in her inner circle, she was sure that they never really knew her. her guard was the strength of twelve foot iron gates and they surely weren’t coming down anytime soon. from the corner of the brunettes eye, a crumbled piece of paper was coming in the direction of their table. could’ve been for max or it could’ve been one of the many ways that overly testosterone lacrosse players had tried to get her attention but she was not having any of it. “ didn’t mommy ever tell you not to throw things ? go back to your espn and fuck off. ” she called over to them, throwing the paper back. 

@retroqrades​

[brittmoss]

@retroqrades​

brittany collapsed on the field, out of breath and smiling. she was always sore after playing soccer with max, it being a better workout than anything else she did, but there was something about the exertion that made her feel at peace in a way she rarely did anymore. like for just in that moment she was herself, whoever that even was anymore. “so,” she turned over to look at her friend, “i’m sure you’ve been asked this a billion times already, but are you gonna do that valentines auction thing?”

[brittmoss]

@retroqrades​

“okay dare time,” she grabbed max’s arm to drag him away from whoever he was talking to. “i dare you to help me find a room to sleep because i may have gotten sad about...things,” she kept it vague. while she was pretty comfortable letting max into her head, she didn’t want the rest of the world to know. “and drank a little too much.” at least she wasn’t still seeing stars. “and now i either want to go home or find somewhere peaceful to curl up and die here. and home is apparently not an option because apparently the weather hates us all.”