Quinneths - 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕥

Curtains (1983) dir. Richard Ciupka

aceofportsmouth·:

He laid his head on the pool edge, looking up at Quinn with a soft smile. “I’m a tad jealous. I don’t have any cousins.” Booker shared. “My brother and sisters are great, but it’d be nice to have some outside of my immediate family, you know?” Sharing helped with finding common ground. Booker thought of himself as an open book, if that book had sentences with whited-out sections. “Greer seemed like a party girl. Do you think she would be proud of this event? Or would you like to talk about something else?” Booker added, blinking innocently. “I think we have some classes together. If you’d like to discuss classes, who doesn’t love talking about medicine, right?”

               her   eyes   narrowed   conspicuously   as   he   reeled   off   question   after   question.   she   didn't   even   know   this   guy's   name   and   here   he   was,   prepped   for   an   interview.   quinn   didn't   know   if   it   was   recent   events   with   greer,   being   forced   to   be   at   this   stupid   party   or   her   morrison   upbringing   but   it   put   her   back   up.   what   was   his   deal?   she   tried   to   turn   the   conversation   around.   "do   we?   what's   your   major?"

montyrichler·:

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“Oh, shit.” Steps halted, he made a move to pat down his jean pockets, although it seemed pretty likely that the Juul she was holding out to him was indeed his – how many people plastered their vapes with Tweety Bird stickers? “Thanks. Another couple hours and I would’ve been spiraling into the painful grips of nicotine withdrawal,” Monty joked with a smile, somewhat surprised that Quinn of all people was the one to return it to him. She tended to be a hater of most things fun, and because of that, he clipped right along to ask, “Are you expecting a finder’s fee? ‘Cause I was just headed over to the campus café. That one librarian got on my ass about having open drinks around the books, again.”

          ———      ⁂      At his joke, Quinn raised a brow and smile. The expression was one of amusement, rather than judgement. She had learned by now that nagging Monty was the same as shouting at paint to dry. ❝ Of course not. If you want to die from lipoid pneumonia, that's between you and your poor lungs. I'll come for a coffee though. Hold on,❞ She held up a single finger to signal a minute. ❝ Just let me get my bag. ❞ The sophomore pushed in past the library's double doors.

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 2.01 - Development Day

Catherine Chidgey, from 'Remote Sympathy'

FLORENCE PUGH as Alice DON’T WORRY DARLING 2022 | dir. Olivia Wilde

𝕨𝕙𝕠      open starter ( limited to three threads, fcfs ) 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖  the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟    the midst of the evening

she batted the inflatable beach ball before it could hit her face. quinn had no time to build momentum, nor jump, but she could do just enough to stop herself becoming its target. unfortunately for the people near her— the result of her muscle memory and instinct from years of volleyball meant that one of them would be. as the sphere smacked off the back of someone’s head and they started to turn, the short blonde winced. if you were stood close enough, you’d have heard quinn mutter “shit.” under her breath.

parisadavani·:

closed starter for @quinneths· when: tuesday, october 25th; early in the night where: on the bleachers by the school pool

“Here, try this,” Parisa encouraged, passing a cup to Quinn as she sat down next to the blonde. “Sprite, lemonade, and grenadine. I wish these events catered more to us,” she mentioned with a pout, at least glad that Quinn was also interested in mocktails. “You look stunning, by the way. Purple is an excellent choice.” The color of royalty, a subtlety that may have gotten to Greer had she been at her own birthday party. “It’s certainly a choice to have a party on a school night, but I guess Greer would’ve had it no other way. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?”

               she   took   the   drink   but   hesitated   putting   it   to   her   lips,   ever   wary   of   accidental   spiking,   until   parisa   confirmed   its   ingredients.   the   pair   often   gravitated   towards   each   other   at   events   like   this.   they   both   abstained   from   alcohol   and   neither   asked   those   irritating   questions   on   the   matter   of   each   other.   the   scent   of   pomegranate   and   lemons   flirted   with   quinn’s   nose   and   she   took   a   sip.   she   thought   sprite   and   lemonade   were   essentially   the   same   but   it   tasted   pleasant   enough.   

               the   blonde   got   more   comfortable   against   the   velvet   two   seater,   not   once   questioning   the   mystery   of   how   it   ended   up   in   the   natatorium. “the   birthday   girl   isn’t   here   to   persuade   me,”   quinn   answered,   a   little   spite   in   her   tone.   “so   that   would   be   a   no.   please   don’t   tell   me   you   are…   god   knows   if   anyone’s   showered.”