nottinghill, uk

all you touch and all you see . . . is all your life will ever be . . .

[dicmondskies]

♡  muses by kay  ♡

adelaide wilkes ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

angelica perez ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

athena duong ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

belaire scotts ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

carlotta fernandez ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

chailai chen ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

chahna katri  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

cynthia williams  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

dacre lloyd  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

damon ritz ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

essence aioki ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

eris shimakuchi ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

flora harrak ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes 

indigo carruthers ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

ivory rothschild ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes

jaxon wells ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

jaziah beamon ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

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london schneider ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

luna pierre ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

marisol sanchez ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

marpessa flores ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes    

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paris suzuki ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

paulina karlsson  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

payson haddad  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

penelope davis ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

pierre mason  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

piper walsh  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

rafael alvi ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

rio delgado  ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

rosalina garcia ♡ intro ♡ threads ♡ connections ♡ vibes  

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[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   h o l l y  &  m a r i s o l …      

“No no. I’m from Ireland. Dublin actually,” Holly told the other woman, their shoulders lifting in a very slight shrug. “Been here for eight years now.” They’d be elsewhere if they could help it, but London was the next best thing, at least it was a big city —- one that was still not their actual home. They’d needed to escape as soon as they could and returning to Ireland fulltime had never been an option. “Fate’s a nice thought, though. I thought I had that once upon a time, but sadly it didn’t work out.”

      ♡        marisol is intrigued that the other woman is also from another country but living long term in nottinghill for the moment. she gets the sense that they’re more alike in other ways as well. perhaps holly was running from her past like marisol was. but isn’t everyone? maybe she shouldn’t feel so alone after all. her life in the united states is one she keeps under wraps. most people in london don’t recognize her as the former united states president’s daughter. that was the whole point of moving to england. to live a more normal life and to leave behind the identity of marisol sanchez the president’s daughter and to just be marisol sanchez. a regular girl, just blending into the city life. sometimes she misses her family and friends but reminds herself that her mental health is thriving so much better here.  ❝  excuse me if i seem incredibly nosy in this moment, but, what happened? if you don’t mind me asking, of course...  ❞ marisol looks to the other, wide eyed with curiosity and empathy.      ♡        

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   x i m e n a  &  z o l a …      

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“Yoga is one of my favorites,” the woman chuckles as she crosses her legs, lifting her gaze up towards the front. “I was never really good at sports so trying to find exercises that didn’t make me look like I was losing my damn mind has been…difficult to say the least.” She inhales as she watches the instructor walk to their mat. “You ready?”

      ♡       ❝  little ole me is your favorite?  ❞  zola teases as she’s gathering her bundle of 3b curls up into a messy bun. ❝  oh thank god i’m not the only one who absolutely sucks at sports. give me some pom poms or ballet shoes and suddenly i’m an athlete, other than that? you can forget about it.  ❞ she truly didn’t understand why she was so bad at traditional sports like baseball, rugby, or lifting weights, because she had always been a beautiful dancer when she was younger. a dream she gave up to be in the fashion industry, a dream her mother still resents her for. it was never easy being the daughter of a dance studio icon. she could never be the dancer her mother wanted her to be and so she eventually just stopped trying. realizing she’s zoned out into rumination, zola shoos away thoughts of her mother, snapping back to the present moment, returning from her head to live in her body again. ❝  ready as ever.  ❞      ♡           

[riosnecktattoo]

Manny Montana as Carver in Westworld 4x03

[pamyuite]

Curran

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   n y a h  &  d a c r e …      

There was a flutter in her chest, like one of those butterflies in her stomach had broken lose and wanted to reminder her just how far gone she was for this man. “I like the sounds of that baby,” she muttered as he pressed a kiss to the side of her pinky to lock in that promise. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend all my weekends with. This is all I want and need.” There were moments when she thought of how all this started– It hadn’t exactly been feelings that brought them together but now her heart sung his name, and only his name. The desire she felt course through her whole body when he was near, reminded her how in love she’d become with Dacre. It terrified her, but she never shied away from it. Even when he’d tried to pull away, she kept up hope that he was the one for her. When their lips locked, she could feel the worries of the world leave them. Both of them softening and relaxing against each others touch. Making her feel that much more connected with him. “Good news– These lips are officially all yours for the rest of the day.” The brow eyed girl grinned from ear to ear, beaming up at him for a second. It wasn’t long before she leaned in to steal another kiss before he could start the car. “I’m going to need about 100 more of these,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him once more before leaning back to put on her seat belt. Her cheeks were warm and her bright smile never left her face, while she watched him like a school girl in love.

        ♡           this is all I want and need. had he not been so caught up in the moment of their love struck bubble, that statement would have scared him. it was true. he did love her. with all of his heart. but, he hadn’t yet come to terms with that. he’d never even admitted it out loud. whenever the thought crossed his mind, he’d explore it until it was too much for him to handle. then he’d lock away the feeling for the next time she’d force it back up. it didn’t take much for that to happen, just her presence alone was a trigger, reminding him of the very thing he didn’t want to be true. if he admitted he loved her, then everything would change. deep down, he was actually terrified of losing her, which is why they played this dance of back and forth so much. he’d have the realization that this was love, and then that led to the realization that love never worked out for him before. part of him blamed it on losing his father at such a young age. the little boy he used to be was still scared that if he loved someone that it would inevitably end with pain and loss. it was like the more time they spent together, the more he questioned if he was willing to hold onto that mindset forever. logically speaking, it was only a matter of time before one of them got tired of waiting, tired of being together but not actually being together. it was stupid. they did everything like a real couple but they weren’t. not in official terms at least. part of dacre was starting to give in, the pendulum measuring his choice of staying or leaving was starting to sway more towards staying, allowing himself to be happy, and telling his sister to suck it up. he’d sacrificed so much for darcey his whole life, it was time he put himself first.  ❝  those lips better be all mine even when we’re not together.  ❞ he teased, letting the cloud of deep thought fade away, saving the time for solutions for a later date, deciding to enjoy the moment now and worry about his future choices when they had to part ways again. grabbing her face gently, he kisses her all over, leaving little pecks on her cheeks, nose, and forehead before placing one last kiss to her lips again. as they drive down the streets of nottinghill, dacre holds tightly onto her hand with his free one, not wanting to let her go even for a moment. it doesn’t take much time for the car to arrive at their destination, a huge grin on his face when he sees his sister’s car isn’t in the driveway. perfect. this time they won’t have to pretend to go into their own homes alone, and then sneak over to the others. though, he secretly likes the thrill of climbing through her window and never getting caught.          ♡          

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   h a l f o r d  &  l o n d o n …      

location: hammond’s pub

status: open! ( @nottinghillstarters​ )

“aye, how long’d it take you to get that drink? and a follow-up question: what’s the trick to getting someone to pay attention to you ‘round here?”

        ♡           ❝  it took as long as it takes to flash a wink and some cleavage.  ❞  london was only halfway joking, taking another long sip of her patron blackberry margarita. on the rocks of course. never frozen and always with sugar, not salt. though she’d definitely got some judgy eyes before for her choice of rim seasoning. apparently salt was the more popular and traditional choice. london just couldn’t get with the salty taste meshing with the alcohol.   ❝   honey, with that head of hair you’ve got and that charming smile, all you gotta do is chat up one of those blonde bartenders over there, maybe leave your number on the napkin or something, or maybe go with the classic smile and nod. subtle and alluring. it should work like a charm.  ❞   she assures the other.           ♡              

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   l u n a  &  c a r l o t t a  …    

location: the grind

status: open! ( @nottinghillstarters​ )

“shit.” the word comes out in a quick breath, panic written all over her face. “i think i dropped my freaking wallet…”

          ♡           ❝   fuck. ❞ carlotta can sense the panic on the others face. trying not to escalate the situation she offers her a calming smile.  ❝   okay, no worries, we’ll just retrace our steps! we didn’t go that far, it should be there still... ❞  she assures the other.  ❝   what does it look like ?  ❞         ♡            

[soliloquivm]

starter: open for all @nottinghillstarters location: knockout gym

THE GYM WAS OPEN TWENTY FOUR HOURS for certain members , late hours training for whatever they have coming up during whatever time available was important . araceli is in the midst of it herself , still keeping on her toes , regardless of the fact she can no longer be in the ring . the sound of the door opening pulls her from the punching bag though and while steadying it's swing she gestures for them to come inside , ' late night session ? or just can't sleep ? '

[dicmondskies]

         ♡            the mental anguish that haunted eris at night was something he was certain would drive the average person mad. his insomnia was something that became a part of his normal routine. he’d fall asleep, wake up no later than three hours after, lie awake for another three, fall asleep for another three, and finally wake up again to start his day. instead of lying awake, over the years, he’s learned not to fight the insomnia, and to get up when his body is up, walk around, read a book, or his favorite, pass the time by training. tonight was no different than any other, but rather than stay in, he’d decided on heading to the gym to hopefully tire himself out for a few hours so he could get at least a few hours of sleep when he crashed at home.  ❝  can’t sleep.  ❞  he admits.  ❝  what about you ?  ❞          ♡            

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   v i v i a n  &  i v o r y  …    

closed starter: @vivbishop​ location: ivory’s townhome in the city

    ♡     being a rothschild was never something ivory would describe as easy. it came with rules, standards, and expectations that were never his to begin with. he was damn near thirty and still under the control and influence of his parents. an arranged marriage was the last thing he’d expected them to use in retaliation of his decision to date vivian against their approval. he was sick of it. sick of them. sick of the whole family getup. yet, here he was, still unable to figure out how to wriggle from their tight grasp. the throbbing feeling in his gut gains in strength as he walks through the doors of his luxurious townhome in the city. the meeting he’d left earlier for with his parents had wound up being some sort of weird intervention designed to persuade him in the direction of another woman. they’d actually been as bold as to spring his new deemed replacement on him by surprise, waiting at the dinner table with her as if the entire thing was normal.  he had no idea how he was going to explain this to vivian. there was already so much she was putting up with just to be with him, and he felt helpless and guilty for his parents actions and treatment towards her. the long locked heir found his way through the foyer to find vivian, offering her a nervous but warm smile before wrapping her in his arms with an embrace. his breath was shaky and he was certain she’d be able to sniff out his distress. ❝  hey babe. ❞ he greets her before kissing her cheek sweetly.  ❝ have you eaten yet?  ❞ you could feel the awkwardness blanket the room as he tries to approach the conversation gently. if there was even a way to do that under these circumstances. following behind a few seconds of silence he lets out a sigh, knowing there was no easy way to do this. ❝ you’re not going to believe what just happened at my parents house. ❞ the memory of hours before starting to make his blood boil again.     ♡       

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   i v y  &  m a r s  …    

closed starter: @fdedghosts​ ( ivy ) location: ivy’s home 

      ♡             it was annoying at how deep mars’ mind could naturally wander. there wasn’t one encounter between the two that didn’t remind him of how it used to be. there was this never ending regret that always seemed to swirl up and push itself to the forefront of his mind when he laid eyes on her. so grateful he was, that she was the mother of his baby girl who wasn’t such a baby anymore. being the father of a ten year old made him feel incredibly old. no one else in the world he would trust with the task other than ivy. he wasn’t given much of a childhood, so he vowed he’d never let nala experience anything like it. the only thing that had stood in the way of the life he truly wanted was his past immaturity. time passed, but, he could always tell it was never really the same between them after he made the biggest mistake of his life and fucked around with someone else.  it was his own doing that made things fall apart, but sometimes he wondered if he’d be punished for the sins of his teenage self forever. he wasn’t one to push or ask or cross that boundary, but it was always in the back of his mind. the what ifs, and the ‘we could be a family again’ conversation that he’d played out in his mind over and over. like always, he pushes it away, respects the life she’s living, the part of her life that doesn’t include him anymore. ❝  i know it’s not technically my day with nala but i was close by at the studio and thought i’d stop by and bring you two some flowers. ❞ it wasn’t unusual for mars to buy them both flowers. something he did to show nala his love and appreciation for not only her but for her mom too. regardless if they were together still or not. a ten year old needed good examples of how to be treated, and he always included ivy whenever he was celebrating his daughter. it was important that he treat ivy with just as much respect, in his eyes.  ❝ the florist at my little peony helped me pick them out. she said the sunflower and rose combination is all the rave these days.  ❞         ♡          

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   s i l a s  &  c h a h n a  …    

location: club yoga

status: open! ( @nottinghillstarters​ )

“d’you know what they’re talking about right now?” silas muttered through the corner of their mouth, head turning to face the person beside them. “i lost them after ‘sun salutation’.”

        ♡           yoga was one of chahna’s favorite self care activities that she considered vital to her overall wellbeing. it incorporated the chakras, a topic that she is well versed in thanks to her reiki studies.  ❝  the chakras dude, y’know the chakras don’t you?  ❞  she raises a curious brow.  ❝  you ever heard someone talk about opening their third eye ?  ❞         ♡          

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   s l o a n e   &   f l o r a  …    

closed starter: @fdedghosts​ ( sloane ) location: portobello road market 

          ♡          it was inevitable. sloane and flora running into each other at random. she knew after their awkward breakup that she would one day probably see sloane out and about, minding her business, and living her new life. moving on. was she bitter? maybe. would she ever show it? of course not. sloane’s blonde hair was what had caught her eye amongst the small crowd that litered the streets of the market.. nowadays, everyone with blonde hair reminds her of sloane. she mentally kicks herself for not being over the relationship yet. there’s a moment where she forgets she’s staring, and suddenly they make eye contact. flora holding onto it too long to not speak without it being even more awkward. ❝  hey. . .how are you?   ❞   was all she could muster up the courage to say. her cheeks hot as she wishes she’d thought of something better to say.          ♡          

[ameliajroberts]

closed starter/location: pierre's house ( @dicmondskies )

jimena had gone over to pierre's house to spend some time with their daughter. it was still not an easy thing to do with pierre breathing down her back - not that he didn't deserve to do so. while he had went to put her bed, she sat down on the couch and was scrolling through her phone. his phone so happened to be on the coffee table causing jimena to sneakily move to grab it, figuring out his code ( men were predictable ) and going through his messages. it was the calm before the storm, really. when she heard footsteps, she didn't bother hiding the phone in her hands.

"who the fuck is this?" she accused, showing the phone to him that pictured a not so safe for home picture.

[dicmondskies]

          ♡           trouble. it always seemed to find him when he was with jimena. it was like no matter how hard they tried, the two of them just couldn’t seem to get it right when they were around each other. it wasn’t always like that. but the overall tone of their relationship over the years had been intense to say the least, jimena coming back around made him uneasy. he was always on edge, paranoid that she was going to change her mind and disappear from their daughters life again. he wouldn’t be able to handle it a second time. coming down the steps from tucking in their sleeping little girl, pierre freezes when he realizes what’s going on. fuck. here we go again. he thought. taking a deep breath he tries his hardest not to react right away. he remains as calm as he can and simply asks for his phone back. ❝  you can’t just break into my phone like that jimena...  ❞ avoiding looking at the picture all together, because he already knows what it is. his palm is out, waiting for her to give him his phone back.  ❝  we were having a normal night, don’t start this right now, please.  ❞          ♡              

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   i n t r o d u c t i o n  …  

⸻  LILY COLLINS. SHE + HER / have you ever heard of LOVE by kid cudi , well, it describes PAYSON HADDAD  to a tee! the twenty nine year old, CEO OF TEEN FASHION MAGAZINE 'YOUR THING MAGAZINE' was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more ungrounded or more DREAMY instead? anyway, they remind me of old 90's teen magazines, 2,000's american fashion , pink everything , and bright red lipstick , maybe you’ll bump into them soon! 

trigger warning: plane crash, financial crimes

          ♡          payson haddad is the ultimate rich auntie. after her sister was tragically killed in a plane crash scandal involving a cover up, payson became the sole provider and guardian of her niece and nephew, who are now grown up and ready to leave her nest, but the three are extremely close. payson would do absolutely anything for them and think the world of them. they are well taken care of thanks to her and can get anything they want if they ask.

         ♡          growing up, payson was born into an upper middle class family. they weren’t filthy rich like some of the old money families in england but they were far more privileged than most. owning several different properties and vacation homes, they were well off but not quite worth millions,  they did however, have a century of roots in nottinghill as one of the most influential law families in the area. what payson would find out in her teenage years, was that her family hadn’t always acquired their wealth and notoriety through moral or legal means. 

        ♡          payson’s father’s side of the family were the ones tied to a law dynasty in the area of nottinghill, the last name haddad tied to her great great great grandfather who started the families law firm in the 18th century as solicitors. 

       ♡          payson’s father was a good conman but in the long run was taken down by his own partners in his law firm. the law firm that once belonged to his ancestors now ceased to exist after uncovering years of payson’s father’s fraudulent financial crimes against his clients and the firm at large. 

         ♡          the scandal of the haddad’s law firm was broadcast all over london and was the most talked about topic for almost two years, all of this going down around the time payson was seventeen. she was just about to graduate from her private school a year early, and the timing came perfect, she graduated and got the hell out of town, studying abroad in paris, france for four years before she ever set foot back in nottinghill. 

       ♡          payson’s father ended up taking a guilty plea to save his family further embarrassment and social isolation. he made sure the public eye and the law knew that his crimes were only a reflection of him and that his family were all innocent bystanders who had no knowledge of the injust acts he was carrying out behind everyone’s backs. 

       ♡          payson’s mother tried her to best to manage the scrutiny and backlash they received from the scandal. she even helped try to keep the whole thing under wraps for her husband until the time came that she could no longer cover things up for him. 

       ♡          payson never fully allowed herself to process all that came with her father’s scandal. the things being spread and said about her online were things she wouldn’t allow herself to read. she knew she’d never get past her fathers mistakes if she allowed them to hinder her from moving forward. 

       ♡          it took her a while but she was determined to make a name for herself, separate from her father’s terrible reputation, and with her dedication and ambition, she did just that. payson spent her time in paris studying fashion and birthing the idea of ‘ your thing magazine ‘ while she was there. ( points if you recognize the name from the bratz rock angels movie lmao ) 

       ♡          payson completely revamped the haddad legacy and name into that of a fashion icon. your thing magazine is extremely popular among the teen and young adult age range. think of it as one of those 90′s magazines with all the posters and polls and latest teen celeb gossip and fashion do’s and don’ts. 

[dicmondskies]

☆ & * .   ♡   t h a l i a   &   j a z i a h  …    

closed starter: @admodums​ ( thalia ) location: thalia’s dorm

        ♡        if there was one thing that jaziah beamon looked for in a friendship, it was honesty. most people, in jaz’s experience, will lie and say that they appreciate the truth but in actuality cannot handle any other truth than the one they perceive to be the most accurate. once the truth no longer favored the individual on the receiving end, it was a completely different story, and suddenly the truth was the worst thing ever. not to jaziah though. he wanted brute honesty. he appreciated raw constructive criticism. thalia was one of the few he could trust to provide him with honest feedback on anything he presented to her. she wasn’t one to sugarcoat things for his feelings, and that was something he valued greatly.  ❝  wanna take a look at a new poem i’m working on? y’know i love when you rip me to shreds.   ❞        ♡        

[dicmondskies]

vivbishop​:

@nottinghillstarters​

this was what vivian needed. a bus that departed right in front of her nose. this afternoon was tough, the last few weeks have been tough. “shit” She cursed and turned slowly on her heels, the costume from her performance in one hand, a cup full of coffee in the other. when she got to her original position, her gaze stopped on the person in front of her. “today’s not exactly one of my good days.” She said, as if she thought the person needed to hear her apology for her behavior. 

           ♡          payson was far more interested in the costume draped in hand of the other. she was running a fashion magazine so of course the piece of clothing was the first thing to catch her eye. offering a warm smile to vivian, payson pretends to shoo off her apology.  ❝ please, i have minor meltdowns on the daily, you’re fine love, but what’s that little number in your hand there? i’m curious. are you a performer of some sorts?  ❞