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[clementinebriar]

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CLEM: [Attachment: 1 Image] CLEM: LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN MY SHOE BOOOOOX CLEM: oh you were the cutest tiniest little BABY @dahliayoung

[missdrummond]

AiO Thought of the Week

I don't in general condone violence but if Zoey punched out Jay I would fully support her.

[mattrcbert]

You're Marty McFly's mum's daughter, aren't you? How didn't I notice earlier is the real question, now that I look at you both, you look really alike. Your mum was, probably, my first crush ever… even before Princess Leia. What's the weirdest reaction you got from someone that realized this connection? Clearly apart from this one. ( @zocydcutch )

[seolinah]

MUSE: zoey hopkins | 32 | ballet choreographer OPEN: anyone (25+) PLOT: this plot

Zoey pat dried her face, noticing them standing in the now open doorway. Maybe she'd have cared a bit more if she were sober, but it wasn't as if she hadn't been around them in some state of undress before. Brow raised, she gave them a pointed look. "You forget how to knock all of a sudden? Or are you that drunk?"

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @lustfulheart​ ]]

He’d done a lot of drugs in his teens, and even more in his early twenties, but there was no high like the high he got from performing in front of a screaming crowd. Growing up, he’d thought it would never get better than The Dive,  where on its busiest night, held a few dozen people at most. Jesse still couldn’t believe that he’d come from there, to headlining for bands that were selling out fucking arenas. There was only one way to describe what had happened to Live Wire in the last five years: they’d made it. There was already talk of their own tour next year — just along the West coast, but still. Jesse was living the fucking dream. But no matter how many times he stumbled off the stage, ears ringing from the music and the screaming, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. He was even less used to the crowd of adoring fans that came afterwards. Autographs and pictures and gifts and girls. So many girls. So even though he’d done it a dozen times by now, Jesse’s excitement and adrenaline were still palpable as the backstage pass crowd came through the door, and it was the most non-routine routine ever as the guys tended to their fans. But it was only a few minutes before something different did strike Jesse, and he glanced over as someone stepped into his peripheral. A little blonde in a flowy little dress, almost pristine and delicate in comparison to the rest of the crowd surrounding him. She would have looked like she were in the wrong place entirely if not for the leather jacket she’d donned over her ensemble, which suited the hell out of her. Jesse actually blinked to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. No way. No fucking way. He was excusing himself and pushing his way through the crowd before he could even think. “As I live and breathe — is that Zoey White backstage at a fucking rock show?” Jesse he called to her as he approached, grinning from ear to ear. By the time he got to her, the adrenaline and disbelief and elation overcame him and he wrapped both arms around the tiny girl in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet and spinning where they stood. He was still grinning broadly when he set her back down.

[corrupted-nightmare]

where: side of the road with: anyone

zoey knew it was time to get a new car. the old one she had spent more time in the auto shop than she spent behind the wheel. but, as many times as she told herself it was time, she had yet to get rid of it. so when the engine had let out an ugly roar half an hour ago, she had given a heavy sigh and pulled off on the side of road. it seemed the universe was punishing her for something when she had gone to get out her phone, only to realize it was dead. she was at the far end of town and a walk in the heels she was wearing did not seem fathomable. instead, she waited until she finally flagged down a car. "i'm sorry to bother you, but can i use your phone? or could you give me a lift to lunar cycle?"

[b4rtlet]

@starstcff liked for a starter

ellie dutifully follows after zoey as she excitedly jumps from topic to topic, pointing out locations and sharing the connecting story about some party, protest or study group she had attended. it's easy to pretend she knows nothing, that she had never taken the official campus tour five years ago, when she looks at the way her sister is grinning. besides her stories are far more fun then a hundred years ago a scholar sat on this bench, "you've barely been here a semester, it's a wonder you have a time for any lectures with all this trouble you get up to." she's aiming for teasing, hoping it comes across that way rather than the start of an old sister's lecture.

[elcrdi-archive]

There better be some time carved out for me on that busy schedule of yours, Zo. @zoeyglamour

[aimhleas]

"You're super timid! But it's fine 'cause it's cute~" @infinitelistofcreations

[hauntedscreams]

who: sterling ( @xavecamour ) where: haunted mansion

"sterling?" her voice made it sound like a question, but zoey knew who was under the mask of the man she approached. "you know, at first i thought i was just having a nightmare and this was one of gilderoy's stories." she joked, trying to make her actual fear over how everyone had ended up here and how in the world they were meant to get out.

[alllnights]

     ₊ ˚ ⊹  ❥    "i have this new client meeting thing tomorrow," deep sigh as she speaks, hand running through her hair. "big, big channel. i'm so nervous. do you wanna meet me after for some lunch or something?" / open to all, assume any connection

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( Zoey ; continued )

        𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. The hordes had increased in the last area they were in, and there was always the threat that they would move south (where they currently resided). The three wanted to scan the perimeter to make sure that wasn’t true and pick up what supplies they could find. Every place they looked at has been picked clean, from apartments to farmhouses; Zoey was just grateful that they had found another survivor in all of this. How she survived until now, she had no clue, but she wasn’t going to prod for answers too soon. She didn’t want to scare her off. So, Zoey decided to stick back, believing that between Louis' infectious optimism, Bill’s quiet and stern nature, and Francis’ grumpy attitude, she was the one who could offer some reprieve to Clementine and get her to open up in all of the chaos. She babysat her cousin once, around Clementine’s age. How hard could it be? She's an awesome babysitter. Her cousins kept asking her aunt for weeks if Zoey could spend another night at their house, practically begging the parents to leave the house to her care for a while. College came around not long after and all of her babysitting duties had to be rescheduled. Now it has been postponed indefinitely.

        From what she could find, Zoey mixed what she could put together. Some toast, accompanied by a frying pan she found in the cupboard, and pancake mix, no bacon or eggs to finish the meal. The meal was small, not enough to call it a proper breakfast, but Zoey learned to appreciate the small comforts from her college days. With the zombie-infested streets, a meal that was more than canned goods and granola bears was a feast in her eyes.

        The sizzling of bread on the stove, pancakes being flipped over, and the smells that wafted into her nose brought her out of their infected hell hole for a moment. She looked over at Clementine, offering a smile when she let her know breakfast was done.

        She prepped Clementine’s food first, the pancake and toast she piled on top covered the white polish of the plate. ❝ Uh, ❞ she mumbled out loud, trying to find her words as he multitasked, turning down the heat of the stove and setting the frying pan to the cool burner. ❝ Toast and pancakes, ❞ she smiled in reply. She heard the plate being lifted from the countertop and then Clementine’s voice followed.

        Her stomach dropped at her question. ❝ No, you eat. I’ll prepare my plate next. ❞ She was pulled back into reality by her sleeve. Zoey’s plate would be smaller than Clementine’s, but the kid deserved a full meal more than she did. Who knows when she had her last breakfast, something besides cereal and cookies.

        She smiled again and began to prepare her plate. ❝ What do you usually have for breakfast? ❞ she asked, her voice easygoing and polite, hoping to draw her away from the grim reality they faced. As she thought about it, staring down at the food on the stove, she figured she would pass on her plate to the rest of the group when they returned. Like Clementine, they deserved it more than she did. ❝ Louis, Francis, and Bill should be back soon. ❞

@monmuses

[chthonicbeloved]

silly things heard in porn starters "Either you're getting jailed, or you're getting railed!" leo & zoey bc its something for the website and leo is wearing just. a fuck ugly halloween costume of a cop.

      it took everything in her to start cackling at that line. the line coupled with the silly costume leo was currently wearing was making it difficult to keep in ���character.” “i can’t go to jail mister officer.” zoey simpered as she looked up at him. “i’ll do anything to avoid it.” she batter her eyelashes as she looked up at him. she slit her pointer finger down his chest to his cock as she looked up at him. “why don’t you use those cuffs and rail me instead officer?” she asked with a small grin. 

@arcaneloved​

[unbeleveable-archive]

@ofherdowlingohara liked for a one-liner from zoey for emma

"Gotta admit, it's still a little weird having a mini O'Hara around. No offense."

[lustfulheart]

@edgecfeden​

Zoey was giddy. It had been a long time coming, but she finally convinced her dad that this would be alright. That she could have her best friend over in the house when him and her mother were gone for the weekend. Of course she could have just snuck the red head in but with her neighbors as they were, the information would have gotten back to her father at some point or another. So no, this was easier. The blonde almost jumped up the stairs after waving them good bye from the front door and once reaching her bedroom door, she pushed it open with a large smile upon her face. “They are finally gone!” 

[hauntedscreams]

who: gilderoy ( @glitteringxgilderoy )

"that sounds very made-up."