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I'm going to gain fifteen pounds.
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What if I need a big tiddy goth, not therapy?
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Hot take, but I'll allow it.
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Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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In that case, *I* am looking for six men to sacrifice.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer
Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.
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I have a cat.
But I want a dog.
A big dog.
A floof.
A one-hundred fifty pound floofy puppy.
But I want a dog.
A big dog.
A floof.
A one-hundred fifty pound floofy puppy.
I'm eating mac and cheese.
I was 4'11 for the longest time, and then around freshman year I jumped to 5'2 just that summer.
The guest arrived in masses, one car pulling up after the other. Fortunately, the staff seemed to be handling their tasks well as Raven had yet to receive any report that something was wrong. She nodded, smiled, and shook hands with other royals. Some of her closer acquaintances gave more than the standard greeting - something she was grateful for. The young woman was sure that if she heard her title one more time she was going to bash her head against the wall in pure frustration.
The first to arrive - much to Ravens surprise - was none other than Cassandra O’Brien. Her choice of dress seemed more suitable for a funeral, but not everyone saw weddings as a happy occasion. Imani Kore followed the blonde woman in a gown that was absolutely to die for. Erik came after them, addressing Raven and her family in their official titles. She did her best to hide a smirk of amusement, but felt the corners of her mouth twitch despite her best efforts. If she wasn’t mistaken, her mother was wearing a similar expression. Everyone seemed to arrive in their very best clothing. While the greetings were nearly the same, at least Raven could focus on the different styles of fashion.
”You know,” she began, whispering in a voice that only her mother could hear, ”if someone wanted to cause a massive disruption, the castle would be the perfect place to set off a bomb right about now.”
Accustomed to her daughters dark jokes, the Queen simply sighed in response as Christian arrived. Next were the Arcenian princesses. Raven had them on her bucket list of people to talk to at the ball. While she knew Arabelle better than she did Catherine, she was always friendly towards the both of them. Catherine stumbled upon saying her own name - something that Raven found both slightly amusing and cute at the same time.
Standing in one place was becoming tiresome. Ravens feet began to hurt, and she desperately needed something to drink. Her sister had decided to bail out on the welcoming party, however, so Raven was stuck. She tried to pay attention to the small details to keep her brain from melting. Leonor was just a gorgeous as the pictures made her out to be. Maeryn and Raiden had outdone themselves on their outfits. Morrhys insisted on calling her parents mom and dad - something that neither of the elder royals would appreciate. While one day they would have to come to accept it, today would not be that day.
Alejandro was always such a delight, as well as Beatrice and Fareeha. Raven was sure to thank Quentin on his compliment. The Anders siblings were the last to arrive, signalling that she could finally go inside of the ball room.
Surveying her surroundings, Raven seen that most of the royals had already began to mingle with each other. Some met up with their betrothed, others took selfies and pictures of the food to post on Instagram for later. So far the party seemed to be shaping up well. What really caught her eye however, was Arabelle and Eriks quarrel. Though the two of them were speaking in hushed tones and no doubt doing their best to hide it, they had managed to draw some attention to themselves. Catherine seemed to be watching from a nearby table, obviously dreading whatever was about to happen.
While a small voice in the back of her mind told her that it would be customary to seek out Morrhys, Raven found herself walking over to where Cat was, taking a spot standing beside the other woman.
”Tell me… do they do this often?” she asked, taking a glass of champagne from the nearest waiter. ”And if so, how on Earth do you manage not to rip your hair out listening to them?”
The first to arrive - much to Ravens surprise - was none other than Cassandra O’Brien. Her choice of dress seemed more suitable for a funeral, but not everyone saw weddings as a happy occasion. Imani Kore followed the blonde woman in a gown that was absolutely to die for. Erik came after them, addressing Raven and her family in their official titles. She did her best to hide a smirk of amusement, but felt the corners of her mouth twitch despite her best efforts. If she wasn’t mistaken, her mother was wearing a similar expression. Everyone seemed to arrive in their very best clothing. While the greetings were nearly the same, at least Raven could focus on the different styles of fashion.
”You know,” she began, whispering in a voice that only her mother could hear, ”if someone wanted to cause a massive disruption, the castle would be the perfect place to set off a bomb right about now.”
Accustomed to her daughters dark jokes, the Queen simply sighed in response as Christian arrived. Next were the Arcenian princesses. Raven had them on her bucket list of people to talk to at the ball. While she knew Arabelle better than she did Catherine, she was always friendly towards the both of them. Catherine stumbled upon saying her own name - something that Raven found both slightly amusing and cute at the same time.
Standing in one place was becoming tiresome. Ravens feet began to hurt, and she desperately needed something to drink. Her sister had decided to bail out on the welcoming party, however, so Raven was stuck. She tried to pay attention to the small details to keep her brain from melting. Leonor was just a gorgeous as the pictures made her out to be. Maeryn and Raiden had outdone themselves on their outfits. Morrhys insisted on calling her parents mom and dad - something that neither of the elder royals would appreciate. While one day they would have to come to accept it, today would not be that day.
Alejandro was always such a delight, as well as Beatrice and Fareeha. Raven was sure to thank Quentin on his compliment. The Anders siblings were the last to arrive, signalling that she could finally go inside of the ball room.
Surveying her surroundings, Raven seen that most of the royals had already began to mingle with each other. Some met up with their betrothed, others took selfies and pictures of the food to post on Instagram for later. So far the party seemed to be shaping up well. What really caught her eye however, was Arabelle and Eriks quarrel. Though the two of them were speaking in hushed tones and no doubt doing their best to hide it, they had managed to draw some attention to themselves. Catherine seemed to be watching from a nearby table, obviously dreading whatever was about to happen.
While a small voice in the back of her mind told her that it would be customary to seek out Morrhys, Raven found herself walking over to where Cat was, taking a spot standing beside the other woman.
”Tell me… do they do this often?” she asked, taking a glass of champagne from the nearest waiter. ”And if so, how on Earth do you manage not to rip your hair out listening to them?”
The young man's response was what some people might have called frigid. While his what he had said had been short and to the point, Alva wasn’t exactly pleased with said response. She took a seat across from Felix, crossing her arms in front of her as she sat down.
Some people may have been nervous about meeting their half sibling. Alva was not. If anything she was just curious and wanted to get to know the man. If he didn't feel the same, well, she would have went about her way and ordered a delicious banana nut muffin for breakfast. However he did seem open to having some sort of conversation, so Alva went along.
”Of course I’ve always known that I wasn’t the only one of our mothers children. Just a bit surprised that we haven’t met yet. But hey, it’s a big campus. I suppose it might happen a lot more than one might think, hm? I assume that life here at OA has… suited you these last few years?”
Some people may have been nervous about meeting their half sibling. Alva was not. If anything she was just curious and wanted to get to know the man. If he didn't feel the same, well, she would have went about her way and ordered a delicious banana nut muffin for breakfast. However he did seem open to having some sort of conversation, so Alva went along.
”Of course I’ve always known that I wasn’t the only one of our mothers children. Just a bit surprised that we haven’t met yet. But hey, it’s a big campus. I suppose it might happen a lot more than one might think, hm? I assume that life here at OA has… suited you these last few years?”
To say that Jace was fuming would have been an understatement. He wasn’t even sure what had just happened in the last ten minutes, but he did know that he had pissed off Amanda and wanted to get drunk. A small voice in the back of his head kept telling him that he ought to apologize, but as for right now Jace Russo could not - and would not - be the bigger man.
Storming back over to the table where the rest of his old friends gathered, Jace’s mind was caught in a state of ’What the actual fuck’. Reclaiming his place in his chair, he folded his hands into a fist on the table in front of him. He looked over to the pool just in time to see Tessa shove Grayson into the deep end.
”I hope he drowns,” the man grumbled before turning to the people around him. ”Do any of you guys have any advice for what to do when you make an ass out of yourself at your high school reunion?”
It would be at the moment that his phone would buzz, signaling that he had a text message from Pizza Hut. It seemed as if their manager needed quality check on two of their medium pies. If Jace hadn’t have been so pissed, he would have sent them a bunch of emojis and a long text explaining just how delicious said pizzas looked. Unfortunately he was to pissed off to focus. He sighed, closing out the message and sitting his phone down on the table.
”While we’re at it, does anyone want to get wasted?”
Storming back over to the table where the rest of his old friends gathered, Jace’s mind was caught in a state of ’What the actual fuck’. Reclaiming his place in his chair, he folded his hands into a fist on the table in front of him. He looked over to the pool just in time to see Tessa shove Grayson into the deep end.
”I hope he drowns,” the man grumbled before turning to the people around him. ”Do any of you guys have any advice for what to do when you make an ass out of yourself at your high school reunion?”
It would be at the moment that his phone would buzz, signaling that he had a text message from Pizza Hut. It seemed as if their manager needed quality check on two of their medium pies. If Jace hadn’t have been so pissed, he would have sent them a bunch of emojis and a long text explaining just how delicious said pizzas looked. Unfortunately he was to pissed off to focus. He sighed, closing out the message and sitting his phone down on the table.
”While we’re at it, does anyone want to get wasted?”
Once Tessa had said her piece, she had turned around to prop herself up on the bar. Amanda made her entrance, shooting Tessa a glance as well as Tara. Tessa knew that her friend didn’t really approve of her friendship with Tara, but both of the ladies meant so much to her…. What was there to do?
It appeared that everyone had entered the party, some of them sitting by themselves or forming groups. Once Tessa had said her piece and heard what Willow had to say about her divorce, Tessa no longer had any reason that she wanted to hang around other than Tara. It seemed that her friend was intent on getting herself wasted as well, however, and striking up a conversation with Allison. Tessa politely excused herself to the restroom as to escape whatever potential pity party this was about to turn in to.
Being tipsy and walking in heels wasn’t the best idea. Once she got to the restroom, she carefully made her way inside, stopping to look at herself in the mirror first. Downing seven shots of tequila in ten minutes wasn’t her most glorious moment, but it had loosened her up a bit. What on earth she had to worry about, she couldn’t quite place her finger on. Was it feeling like she was in high school again? Surely not. Tessa had more or less been adored by most of the people that were here. She didn’t have any actual rivals or enemies to worry about from that long ago. So was it Brent?
”Surely not,” she scoffed at herself in the mirror. ”It’s not like he’s the only male that you’ve tried to keep in touch with other than Jace. It’s not like you don’t know his family, or that you don’t care for him. It’s not like you haven’t tried to be there for him when you can, or caught yourself guessing if you had caught feelings,” she continued, combing her hair out of her face. ”What is your drunk ass even saying right now? You're a bad bitch. Bad bitches do not catch feelings.”
Once her lipstick was reapplied and her dress was straightened, Tessa exited the restroom to hear someone yelling. It took her a second to decipher the voices, but it sounded a lot like Jace and Amanda. Apparently her friends conquest for dick wasn’t turning out as planned. Removing her heels, she politely asked one of the hotel staff if they would place them outside of her room. Thankfully the young man obliged, saving Tessa from tripping over her own feet.
Taking another look around, she seen Reina shove Brent into the pool. A handful of the Kings Men were still catching up, and it seemed that Jace was making his way back over to the table. Grayson and Amanda were also storming away, though headed in different directions. Grayson appeared to be pissed off as much as the other parties did, though why Tessa didn’t know. She had a feeling she would hear about it later rather it be from Jace or Amanda.
Moving to stand beside the pool herself, Tessa followed Reinas lead and shoved Grayson into the pool without giving it a second thought. When the man came back up from under the water, Tessa simply shrugged her shoulders at his shocked expression.
”You looked like you needed to cool off.”
It appeared that everyone had entered the party, some of them sitting by themselves or forming groups. Once Tessa had said her piece and heard what Willow had to say about her divorce, Tessa no longer had any reason that she wanted to hang around other than Tara. It seemed that her friend was intent on getting herself wasted as well, however, and striking up a conversation with Allison. Tessa politely excused herself to the restroom as to escape whatever potential pity party this was about to turn in to.
Being tipsy and walking in heels wasn’t the best idea. Once she got to the restroom, she carefully made her way inside, stopping to look at herself in the mirror first. Downing seven shots of tequila in ten minutes wasn’t her most glorious moment, but it had loosened her up a bit. What on earth she had to worry about, she couldn’t quite place her finger on. Was it feeling like she was in high school again? Surely not. Tessa had more or less been adored by most of the people that were here. She didn’t have any actual rivals or enemies to worry about from that long ago. So was it Brent?
”Surely not,” she scoffed at herself in the mirror. ”It’s not like he’s the only male that you’ve tried to keep in touch with other than Jace. It’s not like you don’t know his family, or that you don’t care for him. It’s not like you haven’t tried to be there for him when you can, or caught yourself guessing if you had caught feelings,” she continued, combing her hair out of her face. ”What is your drunk ass even saying right now? You're a bad bitch. Bad bitches do not catch feelings.”
Once her lipstick was reapplied and her dress was straightened, Tessa exited the restroom to hear someone yelling. It took her a second to decipher the voices, but it sounded a lot like Jace and Amanda. Apparently her friends conquest for dick wasn’t turning out as planned. Removing her heels, she politely asked one of the hotel staff if they would place them outside of her room. Thankfully the young man obliged, saving Tessa from tripping over her own feet.
Taking another look around, she seen Reina shove Brent into the pool. A handful of the Kings Men were still catching up, and it seemed that Jace was making his way back over to the table. Grayson and Amanda were also storming away, though headed in different directions. Grayson appeared to be pissed off as much as the other parties did, though why Tessa didn’t know. She had a feeling she would hear about it later rather it be from Jace or Amanda.
Moving to stand beside the pool herself, Tessa followed Reinas lead and shoved Grayson into the pool without giving it a second thought. When the man came back up from under the water, Tessa simply shrugged her shoulders at his shocked expression.
”You looked like you needed to cool off.”
I just applied at McDonalds.
Fucking shoot me please.
Fucking shoot me please.
Orange juice is my favorite juice.
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