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Jackie’s Advantures 2/??
Turn of the Century French Farming AU
i’m super gif obsessed rn so i’ll just make gifs and maybe (just maybe) get to a few replies
yes of course! its the trailer for the indie french film titled “Juliette”
Jackie’s Adventures 1/??
Beach and Abandoned Warehouse
Hey so I’m super sorry I haven’t been here in a while but I promise after the 1st I will be home and replying to everyone. I’ve seen all of my threads and stuff so I’ve saved them in my drafts and they’re waiting for me at home. I love you all!!
CONVERSE | via Tumblr on We Heart It
I gave up on happiness a long time ago,
it’s not because I don’t
wantto be happy,
It’s that I don’t think I d e s e r v e to be.
I stopped being me
such a long time ago
I don’t even
Who that was.
”Would you mind telling me what time it is?”
[ She doesn’t have a watch with her, and cell phones aren’t exactly her best friends. The last one she had is resting on the ocean floor now, or in the stomach of some kind of sea-animal perhaps. ]
~— -“Um, yeah.” Jackie pulls her phone out of her pocket, clicking it on and showing the time.
He suppressed a growl and brushed himself off, trying his best to wipe away the ketchup stain in his shirt. “I like this shirt,” he grumbled, still rather irrate. She’d ruined his lunch and his shirt. And he was having a good day too!
“I think you owe me a new Big Mac,” he spat, completely disregarding her pointing out that it was in fact his fault as well. He would continue to disregard it until she gave him a reason not to, which was unlikely. “And a new shirt. Yeah, burger and a shirt. Almost like a date.” He smiled sarcastically before his scowl returned.
~— -“Excuse me?” Jackie is appalled. She has literally never met someone so self centered in her whole life, well, Nadia is pretty awful, but at least she is sort of amiable around strangers.
"There is no fucking way I’m buying you a new burger or a new shirt. I mean, really? That’s such a dick move. I’m not an idiot and I don’t go for shit like that. Nice try though.” She huffs a humorless laugh and continues. “And you know, if you weren’t such an asshole I would ask for your number, but I’m over it.”
Beckett may or may not of always had a bit of an issue with authority. Even as a child. She’s a troublemaker, not much more to it. So it’s a little surprising when she’s the first one into the classroom, claiming her territory right in the exact center of the middle row. Black boots are kicked up, resting on the back of the chair in front of her as she adjusts her skirt slightly, then looks up to appraise the professor.
"….— -Is this your firs’ year or somethin’?"
~— -Jack studies his first student of the morning, eyes her boots kicked up on the table, and decides that he has to keep an eye one her. Her drawl however…he could get used to it. She looked talented enough, but only time would tell.
"My third, actually." He pauses, standing from his desk and glancing over his roster. "And you are…?"