Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
Ogdenstart - Blog Posts
ππ¦π€πͺ π£ππ€π₯ππ¦π£πππ₯ ππ ππ πππ π₯π π¨π πππ π€ππ π₯ππ£πππ π¨ππ₯π π€ππ πππ ππ π£π£ππ€π π π€π¦ππππͺ ππ§πππππ
Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β βΒ Β 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...Β Β Β β Quinn vented, clasping her glass of non-alcoholic rosΓ©. She wouldn't say something so alarmingly coldhearted to anyone but Sloaneβ 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.
Β βΒ Here I am going on about myself again. You don't care. How's film club going?Β β
ππ’π¦ππ€π₯π£πππ π₯πππ π€ππ π¨ πππ π€ππ π₯ππ£πππ π¨ππ₯π ππππ₯πππ π‘πππ£ππΒ π€ππ₯π¦π£πππͺ πππ₯ππ£ππ π π
Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β βΒ Β Γa fait longtemps dis donc, enfant sauvage.Β Β Β β Quinn attempted the little French that Thea had been able to teach her during their time together over summer. Her accent was terrible; a Manhattanite overaccentuating the vowels, clearly having repeatedly listened to the Google Translate bot voice. She had been to France so many times with her family. You would think someone as intelligent as Quinn would have picked it up but alas, world languages were her downfall. The Morrison came from behind and sided up beside her friend and fellow tridelt.Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Horse riding truly is all style over substance, don't you think?Β Β Β β
ππππ‘π¦π€ ππ π§ππ πππππ₯, π₯ππ π’π¦ππ πππ π€ππ π₯ππ£πππ π¨ππ₯π πππ₯π π€πππ¨Β π₯ππ¦π£π€πππͺ ππ§πππππ
Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β AreΒ youΒ gettingΒ somethingΒ fromΒ theΒ stand Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β orΒ areΒ youΒ justΒ hereΒ toΒ beΒ aΒ nuisanceΒ ?Β Β Β β
π₯ππ ππππ£ππ£πͺ π π‘ππ π€π₯ππ£π₯ππ£ π₯ππ πππ₯ππ£ππ π π
Β Β Β Β Β βββ Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Β Quinn Β grabbed Β it; Β quickly Β turning Β and Β calling Β out Β its Β owner's Β name. Β The Β library Β was Β lively Β today Β and Β she Β got Β a Β few Β looks. Β Still, Β none Β of Β those Β eyes Β belonged Β to Β who Β she Β was Β looking Β for. Β The Β sophomore Β crossed Β her Β arms Β over Β her Β chest Β and Β started Β walking Β to Β the Β double-doored Β exit. Β She Β liked Β attention. Β Not Β glares. Β Quinn Β popped Β her Β head Β past Β the Β frame, Β looking Β left, Β looking Β right. Β They Β hadn't Β gotten Β far. Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Hey!Β Β You forgot this.Β Β Β β
where Β : Β outside Β the Β kkg Β haunted Β house when Β : Β around Β 8pm, Β night who Β : Β open Β starter
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β she Β breathed Β in Β through Β her Β nose, Β counting Β to Β four. Β the Β next Β count Β of Β seven, Β while Β she Β holds, Β feels Β like Β it Β goes Β on Β forever. Β then Β release. Β quinn Β exhales, Β allowing Β the Β air Β to Β whistle Β on Β her Β lips. Β eight Β counts Β this Β time. Β she Β repeated Β the Β process. Β after Β a Β few Β goes Β the Β sophomore Β feels Β like Β she Β can Β finally Β open Β her Β eyes. Β from Β the Β grass, Β quinn Β sees Β someone Β looming Β over Β her Β immediately. Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β "come Β to Β gloat?" Β she Β croaked, Β panic Β keeping Β its Β vice Β grip Β on Β her Β throat.
π¨ππ Β Β Β open starter ( limited to three threads, fcfs ) π¨πππ£πΒ the pool party π¨πππΒ Β 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 herβ 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 someoneβs head and they started to turn, the short blonde winced. if you were stood close enough, youβd have heard quinn mutter βshit.β under her breath.
