𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟

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.

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."

[  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.

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. ❞

“Am I free? There is some thing still holding me. Or am I holding it?”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from Água Viva (via feral-ballad)

parisadavani·:

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“I mixed it myself,” Parisa confirmed, almost as though she could read Quinn’s mind. She didn’t trust people she didn’t know to make her drinks at an event like this. “It’s… good but maybe a bit too sweet for my tastes, I should’ve probably gone with seltzer instead of Sprite,” she reviewed, savoring the flavor of lemons and pomegranate nonetheless. “Not like pina coladas are an option here,” she muttered, wondering when non-drinkers were going to have their time to thrive at college parties. 

Snickering as Quinn talked about her cousin’s power of persuasion, Parisa shook her head. “I’m not ridiculously opposed to going in, but also not intending on it. I spent a little too long doing my hair and makeup to let it get messy, at least this early.” Curly tendrils framed Parisa’s face, with her dark tresses styled in its usual updo. “Plus, I much prefer the ocean to pools. Saltwater is sticky, but still more refreshing than chlorine. Not like we have great beaches up here anyway, but still I’m more of a resort pool girl than a… college competitive pool girl.”  Even Parisa’s family’s pool in California was saltwater - not that she swam in it much.

               "i   don't   see   the   point   in   any   of   it,"   she   admitted.   quinn   had   never   been   one   for   the   water.   "but   if   you   do   end   up   in   there,   please   scrub   hard   after   and   don't   come   crying   to   me   if   you   catch   norovirus   from   the   human   soup."   she   finished   her   drink.   parisa   was   right,   it   was   too   sweet.   "i   have   a   question   for   you   while   i   have   you   here.   it's   months   away,   of   course,   but   when   the   holidays   come   around   i'm   sure   i'm   going   to   be   invited   to   something   formal.   i   wanted   to   ask   if   you'd   consider   designing   a   dress   for   me.   paid,   of   course."

coz that’s soooo much cooler.

THE DROPOUT (2022) ⦿ S01E01 “I’m in a Hurry”

aceofportsmouth·:

He kept smiling. She wouldn’t break his exterior. “Personally, I wouldn’t have put something like this on, but I didn’t know Greer too well. Was she the type to want the party to keep going?” Booker inquired. Greer was still an enigma to him. Despite nothing being revealed by her, their brief encounters were memorable. Her cousin surely knew her better than he did. “She seemed cool. Were you both close?” Booker didn’t have any cousins, but he would like to think if he did they would be close. 

               quinn   shrugged.   "she   is   the   type,   to   be   honest,   but   greer's   never   exactly   been   known   for   making   the   best   decisions."   at   least   to   anyone   who   could   think   independently   of   the   golden   girl's   influence,   she   thought   to   herself.   "and   we   are.   we   were.   well,   as   close   as   any   relatives   around   the   same   age   could   be.   we   grew   up   together,   went   to   the   same   schools,   spent   breaks   with   our   family.   i   think   we   just   eventually   grew   up   to   be   very   different   people   with   very   different   interests."   the   blonde   touted   the   same   vague   answers   everybody   knew   to   the   stranger.

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