"When the world is such a mess it's hard not to feel depressed, getting stressed by what may come in time. But life is much more pleasant when you're living in the present so let's raise another glass and feel sublime!"

— Holly Sumpton as Ewen Monatgu in Operation Mincemeat

(© @lasagnatrades)

Kennedy📲Monty

Kennedy: have you heard from your brother??

Kennedy: he hasn't texted me back and i know i'm probably reading into it but i'm really starting to get worrried

Brooks 📲 Work Husband

Brooks: may i use your waffle maker 👉👈

Brooks: i solemnly swear not to burn down the school this time

@mntsolace​

˙ ˖ ✶ Monty

kian was used to these nights, where he would take care of his grandmother’s best friend, one of the only reminders he had left of her in this world. he loved the woman as he did his own grandmother, their humor on the same wavelength, and someone who had accepted kian as he was no matter what. in nights like this he would stay over, to make sure she’d be alright, kian had been keeping her company and taking care of the woman ever since he had come back and won, but was it truly a win if you didn’t get anything out of it?

spending time with her reminded him of monty, of his accent and his curls, of that all too goofy smile and the way he could light up a room so quickly. maybe that’s why he had one of his sweatshirts on, the ones that still had his cologne stuck on it, no matter how many times it was washed, it still smelled of him. 

finding himself in the kitchen, doing the dishes as he was getting ready to shut in for the night, he was stunned to find the front door opened, coming in to see who it was, fully expecting monty’s mom, but instead what he found was...monty.

“monty?” he blinked once, twice before taking some sluggish steps forward. “is it really you?” he hesitated for a second, trying to catch his breath as his body suddenly forgot to breathe. his heart beat for him the same way it did all those years ago when they were nothing but kids at their grandmothers side. slowly he inched near, letting his hand rest on monty’s cheek, softly caressing the skin. “i’m not dreaming, am i?”

CLOSED: @mphillipsfms LOCATION: rhee’s bar & grill

When Crawford walked through the door, he hadn’t expected there to be as many people as there were, nearly all the barstools occupied except for two. Drawing up to the vacant spot, he noticed the familiar face, laughing quick and soft to himself because of course it was Monty. “This one taken?” He asked, hand on the stool as he already drew it back.

With: @montyrichler​ When: 11:23 PM, Weekend Night Where: A Rickety Little Party House Adjacent to Campus

        As the days passed he realized he was dissatisfied with his police questioning. Not because he'd withheld anything, per se, or because he’d fibbed— to Hell with the police in that regard— but because he hadn’t done a better job when Greer was still here. He felt he hadn’t cared enough. And the last time she was ‘here’ as far as he knew was the end of the spring: April, and that one, zenith week that bled into May. There was a way that the news had embedded itself into his head like a seed, eager to sprout. He hated the way that bad thoughts had a pesky little tendency to multiply like that, especially when that bad had seemingly become sensationalized. Had he a TV he’d have no doubt that her face would’ve made the news. He figured, however, that he was at an advantage. He hadn’t been that close to her. Not actually. The sticks and rocks of his memories of her surely had no match against some other’s boulders and trees, though he’d been picking through them anyway, looking for something. Even then, he wouldn’t have even said that he was that close to anyone who had been close to her. He wasn’t close to anyone in the light of the truth, and this had been his own choice, as self-imploding as it was. To have anyone but himself fracture from his own collateral— well, that would be the true tragedy, wouldn’t it?

        He parted from the party, a shadowy figure gliding through the house. He plucked two beers from a cooler and made his way to the back porch where he knew he’d be. Slippery at best, but a friend to many, he knew of a Monty, and he knew he’d find him here. He made his way out, and in an unintentional effort whomever was talking to him had made eye contact and cleared. Perhaps it was his slender, towering physique, or the way he seemed to resemble a carnal Hades if one had ever graced the Earth. Either way he stood beside the one he was looking for and extended a drink in accord, “It’s Monty, right?” Adrian greeted, placing the drink he’d offered down in front of him, on the top rail, and moved to open his own, lifting the tab, “I wanted to ask you something.” And he knew if he hesitated now he’d maybe never be able to scratch the itch, “About Greer Morrison.”

who: @montyrichler​ where: monty’s dorm. when: few minutes after cheer practice began.

It’d taken nearly half an hour for Rhia to slick her hair into a secure, high ponytail, one that didn’t make her want to cry out in frustration. Her head felt taut, but soon it would go numb and she’d rather that than have another go at this forsaken hairstyle. She was dressed in her practice uniform, the other members were likely already well into their stretching circle, but Rhia had other business to attend to that took priority over her other responsibilities. Fortunately, Monty’s dorm was only a short walk from hers. Rather than knocking on his door, she sent him a quick text and leaned against the wall across from his:

outside. <3

@montykirshbaum​

November 16th, 2017 11:17 p.m.

Darcy had made it a point to return to the Sanatorium at least once a week since making a deal with Monty. It wasn’t ideal owing the supernatural, especially now that she had another traumatic event to add to the list following the immediate slaughter of several people within a ten mile radius. She had been too busy with the aftermath to even try to solve that riddle; and she was still dealing with issues presented prior. Due to the circumstances, it’d been about three weeks since her latest update with the faerie. She wasn’t hopeful, sure he’d probably been dealing with just as much chaos. It seemed most people in Ashbourne were. “Hey princess!” She’d called over the music as he appeared on the human only level, grimacing as her face stretched too far sending a numbing pain through her stitched wound. “How’d your Halloween turn out?”

Mutant squad trying to get into a locked room.

Vienna: Monty, quick hand me your credit card.

Monty: -hands her his credit card-

Vienna: Great, now Noah kick the door in.

Quad - The New Romantics

Tommy has never been the one to drink. He’s always been more of the one to make sure that everyone got home safe. So like when his sister always likes to get drunk, and somehow find light up bunny ears that night, he is sure that he needed to take her home, even when she was in the precious arms of Jonah. Still, it was his sister and all. So there definitely was time for him to take her home once the party was over. And of course, Baz was finally getting the action from Mina he had been wanting for a long time. Angel and Gigi got incredibly drunk. Luca and Liam, who knew what the hell was happening with that lot of people.

And then came the next morning. Where most of everyone was very angry because they forgot they had a very important practice the next morning. Probably all pissy and stuff because they were going to work out in the blazing hot sun. And Tommy was just very happy to get back to the grind, and finally, do some baseball that he had been anticipating all summer.

No, not asking out Sienna, that will come before.

But actually doing some baseball. He knows there are some people, Maui, that like to cause a lot of drama, but honestly baseball is what they all came here to do, and baseball is what they are all going to do. And he was hella excited for it.

Now he was having breakfast with Baz and future bro in law, as only Tommy likes to call him, Jonah. And pretty soon they were talking about the party that had happened the night previous. About all the drunk girls. “Tell me about it.” Tommy had interjected. “I felt like everyone was just gone at that party, not to mention that I was basically the only other person not making out with someone every five minutes.” He laughed, as he knew what happened with Baz.

Soon they arrived at the quad, and Baz was quick to get out of there, making Tommy raise an eyebrow. “When is that dude going to stop playing all those stupid mind games?” He commented before Jordan had joined them on the quad, making Tommy have a big grin on his face. “Did you need something?” Her cold state could see that she was very hungover. “Looks like someone isn’t exactly bugs bunny this morning.” He couldn’t help but laugh at Jordan’s face when the lightbulb went off in her head and stormed when she found out where Aubree went.

Of course, Jonah was quick to make some comment about girls being hungover and figuring them out. “Of course, they are girls Jonah. All you have to do is tell them honestly and what they want to hear.” He said, looking around the quad, just around the time that he had spotted Monty. “Which reminds me, I have business to attend to.” He bid Jonah a farewell before heading over to where Monty was, talking to a couple of other people.

“Sienna, can I talk to you?” He asked, slightly pulling her away so that they can talk privately. “Hey, I had a lot of fun last night, just talking to you.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “I was just wondering if  . . .” He said, trying to find the right words. He figured he might as well do this now unless he wanted to end up in some Bash and Mina situation. “Maybe, you want to be my date at movie night?”

@northwoodupindahood @jonah-salieri @cupcakemonty

LOCATION: rhee’s, in-between games CLOSED: @mphillipsfms

“So he really did it, huh?” Crawford nodded his head towards the screen, the camera capturing the new local star, Coleson currently surrounded by teammates and coaches, sweat beading on his forehead and a smile pressed to his lips. Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but sitting on that barstool, it was odd for him to recognize the kid as someone from Nightrest. Just felt like there was too much success around it. “Good for him.”

Montgomery |dealer’s choice

@montykirshbaum

Darcy had taken a few days to decide how to get her ‘ feelers’ out in a town she had no real connections in. While Bellamy’s clues were better than nothing, bleach blonde hair, name dropping New York, and a skittish attitude were all vague enough to keep his identity a complete mystery. Working at the Monastery was helpful, she could get her eyes on every bleach blonde man that passed through the doors but there were plenty of other bars in Ashbourne. At this point, the consequences of the favor she was about to ask seemed far less unpleasant than what she’d already experienced in town. After her first discussion with Monty, she knew she was only allowed in the Sanatorium's lower levels. The gorgeous doorman, Jerry, reminded her of that but her request for ‘that fairy princess, Monty’ was granted nonetheless. 

“Hello Monty, how friendly are you feeling tonight?” She’d cut to the chase quickly, there was no reason to try to build him up. Darcy had a feeling there were only a few things he’d take as payment for a deal and he seemed content enough with what he had. 

Jared: Guys, we need a plan.

Monty/Kaia: Punch everyone.

Jared: One that goes further than punching everyone.

[Text] Sure can do! I mean, I'll try to remember to, if I don't it's because the keyboard has come for me next and not even the power of Bane can stop it.

[Text] Keyboards are like lethal weapons, who needs a gun when you can just type "aslkdjf;as" into messenger when danger comes your way?

[text] send me a sequence after, he just collided his body full force with a wall on a wheel chair.

[text] hush you, we all know how much you’ve managed to hurt yourself on a keyboard.

Mentor: Time for your work out.

Monty: No, I don't want to.

Mentor: You're pairing up with Kaia today.

Monty, already grabbing his workout gear: What are you waiting for?? Let's go.