#isgull

the cheerleaders had always been kind to her, but especially stella rebecca, who she's honestly still surprised even took her suggestion to join the club in the first place. slowly, hazel had begun to heal, but still her new friends stuck around. there's a wince as she moves, glancing back at the other with an apologetic smile. "i really thought i could beat that guy, you know. i can't believe that meathead told me i was going to beat up pj. i was so ready for that! can you imagine?"

@isgull​

Eddie tilts his head to the side. He doesn’t want her to feel like she’s bugging him by stopping by. “What? No, no, not even a tiny inconvenience,” he insists shaking his head. “What’s going on?” He opens the door farther for her to enter the trailer. He hasn’t seen her since that night he first sold to her. He figured it was a one time thing before she showed up again today.

❛         YOU  CAN  BE  REAL  FUCKIN’   {   A N N O Y I N G   }    when  you’re  all  serious    ,      you  know  that  right  ?              ❜            his  smile  goes  from  wide  &  playful  to  flat  &  deadpan  as  he  arches  his  brows.                 ❛       seriously.         i’m  gonna’  toss  you  back  down  the  rabbit  hole  for  good  if  you  don’t  loosen  up.     ❜

     sam doesn’t know how to feel around ziggy. she probably owes the woman her life - - - well, DEFINITLY does - - - but it’s not like they talked about it or anything when it was happening ; it’s not like sam had been capable of speech. and ziggy apparently hit her in the head with a shovel or something, which - not really sam’s favorite thing. not that she holds a grudge. she’d already hit her head too many times before that one for it to be the worst thing ever. STILL - all that to say - the others know how to talk to ziggy. sam doesn’t. so the fact there’s no buffer of deena or josh or anything isn’t the best. “...so. uhm. i like your...house. it’s nice.” smooth, sam.

@isgull​ (  for chrissy!  )

   “ that i- ” she starts to answer the question right before heather answers it herself, forcing robin to bite her tongue and not continue what she was going to say. her problem? she has to pick just one? the one heather actually picks raises a noise of outrage from robin’s throat. “ hey! i know how to relax, thank you. just not- ” not around incredibly hot women in bathing suits. yeah, that seems like the kind of thing not to say. can she help it if beautiful women make her nervous? no. “ i can relax, ” she reiterates, arms folding as her nose and expression scrunches indignantly. “ i don’t think you’re the foremost authority on my relaxation techniques. ”

               ❝   boys   are   DUMB,   especially   my   brother.   ❞      erica   pours   herself   a   glass   of   orange   juice.      she   takes   a   long   sip,   and   then   sets   the   cup   on   the   counter.      arms   fold   over   her   chest   as   she   stares   the   older   girl   down.      ❝   what   did   he   do   THIS   time?      say   something   STUPID?      he   does   that   on   the   regular.   ❞