Sugar and Spite

Project Untamed

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Taking his tray from the cafeteria lady, Sam frowned as he looked down at todays breakfast. He wasn't a fan of sausage, and would rather have pancakes or waffles in place of the second portion of meat. Sadly, he didn't really have a choice. Making himself something back at the dorms was always an option, but he was feeling his fair share of Monday laziness. Thanking the group of ladies that made his food each day, Sam stood at the end of the line waiting on his friends.

Watching the scene unfold around him, Sam leaned up against one of the counters and picked up a piece of bacon before taking a bite. His growling stomach and teenage boy appetite waited for no one. Nodding his head at Leo's comment as he continued to chew, Sam swallowed his bacon before speaking.

"Yo, I'm in. I hate those assembly things. All of us packed in there like sardines while I try not to fall asleep? Nah. I'd rather skip it any day."

As Theo and Wesley entered the cafeteria, Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he sat down with his friends. No doubt most of the girls in this room were about to be staring Theo's way. Who could blame them? A muscular dude who had just finished working out, strolling in shirtless? Even Sam couldn't help letting his eyes linger for just a few moments. It would be none other than the innocent Hanna that would break him from his daze as she fell at his, Sol's, and Leo's feet.

Before he even had time to ask "Are you okay?" the young woman had already ran away with an embarrassed and terrified look on her face. Shrugging his shoulders, he sighed.

"Well that was weird," he said, placing his unwanted sausage on Leos plate.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I'm going back to my old waitressing job, and I'm actually kind of excited.

I already know the ins and outs of the place, the regulars, etc. The owners always adored me. The money was good, and the hours were manageable. I have Mondays and Tuesdays off every week. Downside is my weekends are gone again.

Post a random fact about yourself.

@BitchTheFuck
What are your' feelings on using pickle juice?

I find it nasty yet my mom would use that in her homemade potato salad at times.

@Vampiretwilight

Straight up dill pickle juice? Fuck no.

However, my dad used to like sweet pickles in his. the like... relish/diced kind. So often my mom would have to make a separate batch for him.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am a firm believer that celery and/or raisins DO NOT go in the FUCKING POTATO SALAD.

Gypsy Hearts and Broken Dreams (Haley's Testing)

Nala || Lilith

N A L A	L I L I T H
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS TWO YEARS OLD || HUSKY || FEMALE 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 blurb on animal personality (write as much as you want) 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒔 Animal habits that make them unique (delete if you want) 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 level of training (delete if you want)

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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The plan had been to offer Ariana a dance, but as they were both approached by Max, it seemed that Jaspers plans would have to wait. Feeling a heavy hand on his shoulder, the blonde turned to see none other than the star jock himself. Drink in hand and a friendly smile on his face, Jasper wasn’t at all surprised that Max had found them. As Max asked to steal Ariana away, Jasper nodded his head. ”She’s all yours man.”

Talking about Ariana as if she wasn’t standing right there didn’t sit well with Jasper, but he sucked it up. With his date walking away with her current fling - for lack of better term - Jasper had to find something to occupy himself with. Better yet, someone.

The young man had spent his whole high school career in the shadows studying people, so it was no surprise when he had noticed Max had brought an unfamiliar face to tonight's dance. Approaching the unknown girl, Jasper was glad to see that his friend Kavan had found his way over first. Maybe that would help the conversation be a bit less awkward.

”Kavan,” he said enthusiastically. ”Hows it going man?”

Turning to the brunette, he held out his hand for her to shake. ”Jasper Fray at your service, m’lady. Nice to meet you.”

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Casual Sex ~ My Darkest Days
Bad Girlfriend ~ Theory of a Deadman
Hey Rachel ~ AS IT IS
The Sound of Silence ~ Disturbed
Remembering Sunday ~ All Time Low
Damage ~ Fit For Rivals
Dammit ~ Blink-182
Level of Concern ~ Twenty One Pilots
Coffee at Midnight ~ Stand Atlantic
True ~ Amaranthe

Project Untamed

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Talya had thought that being out in the open and pretending to study would allow her to spot something juicy happening. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The usual morning joggers, blooming couples and sunrise just wasn’t enough. She was tempted to call and try to let her mother get her to come home, but a gut feeling told her that wasn’t a good idea. Even if she womanned up enough, she seemed to have misplaced her mom's number, and no matter how many times she tried… she couldn’t remember it. Her mother hadn’t called her since Talya had come to San Agustin, a fact that made her frown. Thinking about the whole situation was making her head hurt.

Gathering her things and putting her books back into her bag, Talya threw her book bag over her shoulder before beginning to make her way to the lunchroom. While she wasn’t hungry, maybe she could find a familiar face.

Upon entering the lunchroom, the brunette easily spotted Erica. Giving a small wave to her friend, Talya figured it was best not to poke her nose into whatever Erica had going on at that moment. While this went against her very nature of being nosey, Talya wasn’t about to ruin something for her friend.

Instead Talyas feet lead her right on over to Charles Mallet - a boring looking young man with what Talya assumed to be an even more boring personality. Of course she hadn’t really made an effort to talk to Charles since arriving at the school, but… perhaps he could change her opinion.

Or at least she hoped.

”Morning Charles,” she said, sitting down at the seat across from him. ”How’s your morning going?”

Topic of the Day/Week/Whatever

"What is your biggest roleplay pet peeve(s)?"

just realized I have answered none of these questions. oof.