Newest Scrap Jumper From Some Of My Leftover Yarns

aceofportsmouth·:

- where: greer's pool party - when: october 25th, early in the evening - who: open starter

The pool felt amazing. It had been a long since he’d been swimming. It never hurt to get some exercise in so he began doing some laps, dodging any of the other swimmers. He breached the water, shaking the excess of like a dog. Movement caught his eye nearby the ledge. Why weren’t they swimming? Feeling social, Booker swam towards the ledge, propping his arms on the side, looking up at the person. “I think you’re suppose to get in the water at a pool party.” He said with a cheeky grin. “If you need a push, I’m more than willing.”

               the   closest   quinn   was   getting   to   the   pool   was   to   sit   on   the   edge,   staring   down   her   nose   at   the   hullaballoo   of   her   classmates   in   the   water.   for   all   their   youthful   anarchy   she   knew   if   her   cousin   were   to   walk   through   those   doors   this   minute   they   would   all   stand   to   attention   like   the   obedient   dogs   they   were.   save   a   few,   perhaps.   she   was   off   in   her   own   fault-finding   thoughts   when   she   realised   one   of   those   very   whelps   was   talking   to   her.   her   eyes   narrowed. "lay   a   hand   on   me   and   you'll   be   in   a   jail   cell   quicker   than   you   can   say   attempted   assault."

bvwie·:

— 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍

WHERE right outside of the linden dorms 

     “ shh, please, be quiet — ” he desperately whispers into his backpack, which was now being carried at the very front of him, with the bag facing wherever he was walking. but it was as if bowie was just talking to a helpless baby animal, the kitten hidden in his backpack only meowed louder back in response. maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. he stops in his tracks, when he realizes that he was about to walk into someone else. “ shit, sorry — ” and just as he began to apologize, the kitten meowed from the half open bag once again. he looked straight at the person in front of him. “ — don’t mind that, that’s just… my alarm. going off. i like to wake up to meows. ” he says confidently, as though that wasn’t the stupidest strain of words to leave his lips. “ on a very separate, hypothetical note… is it a Big Ogden Crime if i try to sneak a pet into the dorms ? i’m asking for my friend. ” at this point, he’d given up, a grin already making its way onto his lips. 

               quinn   swivelled,   ready   to   apologise   in   return,   when   she   registered   that   it   was   bowie.   she   was   just   about   to   ask   how   his   day   was   going   when   a   noise   escaped   his   bag.   was   that...   a   meow?   she   peered   at   the   backpack.   "alarm,   huh?"   quinn   humoured   him.   "totally   hypothetically   —   kinda.   definitely   a   health   violation.   possibly   a   suspension.   that   wouldn't   be   something   you   were   thinking   of   doing,   would   it?"

𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟

          ———      ⁂      ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.

                                  The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him.     ❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞   

isabellafm​:

Bella stopped in her tracks, sighing, rolling her eyes, the works because, oh my god — “Proud of you for your good deed, Sandra Dee, but that’s totally not mine.” She poked her head towards the pencil case in Quinn’s hand; it was a tacky orange color, completely outside of her color scheme, and god forbid she ever used mechanical pencils. Good lord. “Though, I’m not against opening it up and digging through. Might be some goodies inside, y’know?” 

          ———      ⁂      Quinn blinked at being called Sandra Dee. She'd heard it before. Her jaw clenched, wanting to react but knowing it wasn't worth it with Bella. ❝ Oh, ❞ she held back. The pencil case had been sitting by Bella in the library but must've been left before she arrived. Quinn pulled her arm in and held the item close to her chest, pulling a frown at the fellow legacy. ❝ I think not. ❞

*checks my email at the club*

artwork by @holly-warbs

[ID: Digital art that has been broken up into four panels. It is of a person wearing a long blue coat and blue pants with a green backpack, with long black hair and a pale face. They are reaching out to a white, translucent figure next to them. The background gives a vague impression of a field, and blue and purple night sky. White text has been added that reads, “Is it haunting? If I’m the one leaving open a crack in the window.” END ID]

[  BIOGRAPHY ※  ]

graphic inspired by 

troublemaker and #sominions by @gunshzt

memories by @gwldcnz

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME quinn morrison NICKNAMES quinneth, Q TROPE the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES here AGE twenty two BIRTHDAY 14th of july, 2000 STAR SIGN cancer STAR CHART here PRONOUNS she / her SEXUALITY presumed straight DEGREE pre-med YEAR sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN greer morrison, mitchell morrison (cousins) SIBLINGS one far older paternal half brother, one younger sister HOMETOWN noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC a mix of vibrant and pastel academia SKILLS multitasking between commitments, initiating conversation with confidence, steady physical co-ordination POSITIVE TRAITS driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series)  PINTEREST here

FACTS

almost always has her nose in a book when alone

the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it

travelled before enrolling in college

top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge

peak girly

obsessive note taker and stationary collector

fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks

needs approval like plants need water

second-in-command syndrome

secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books

the notion app rules her life

being a morrison, she has money to burn

cooks and bakes to unwind

speed knitter 

falls asleep to nature documentaries

OOC

annie, 26, bst/gmt. she/they. no triggers.

𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

          ———      ⁂      ❝   I know I shouldn't say this but did Greer really have to pick this year of all of them? It's just like her to disappear right when our professors are deciding what advanced classes we get to take. Freshman would've been so much more convenient...   ❞ Quinn vented, clasping her glass of non-alcoholic rosé. She wouldn't say something so alarmingly coldhearted to anyone but Sloane— unless pushed. The pair had spent countless hours over the years privately shit talking their shared relative. It wasn't like The Golden Girl didn't deserve it. She had a part in making each of their lifes hell at times. Just as Quinn was about to talk, a waiter came over with menus. They said their thanks and she continued.

 ❝ Here I am going on about myself again. You don't care. How's film club going? ❞

mari-zuko·:

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Someone else may have winced at the sound of the beach ball smacking into someone’s head, but Mari just glanced over, apathetically watching the ensuing reactions. She sipped from her drink, just barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the over-dramatics - it was a beach ball, after all - her eyes returning to the person who had hit it at the muttered curse word. Quinn, of course. Mari was somewhat surprised to see her there, the relationship between Quinn and Greer….not great, to those who were aware, at least. Which, since Mari had been, definitely affected her own relationship with Quinn. The sorority rivalry only added to the bitter air between them. “Nice aim,” Mari said, shaking her hair back from her face a little bit. “They probably deserved it.” 

               quinn   quickly   turned   away,   brushing   down   her   purple   shirt   in   an   attempt   to   obfuscate   responsibility.   her   eyes   flicked   up.   of   course,   it   had   to   be   mari.   she   would   have   clearly   seen   quinn's   little   social   faux   pas.   her   head   cocked   to   the   side.   "i'm   not   captain   of   the   championship-winning   volleyball   team   for   nothing,"   she   couldn't   resist   tempting   their   usual   competitiveness.   "but   thanks.   i   guess   you   have   an   eye   for   some   things   at   least."

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?"