◤° your love is skin tight

i have seen heaven and it is in her laugh and the way her eyes twinkle gold, it is in the arch of her back when she is in ecstasy, it is in every part of HER. + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5448086"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[teagvns-blog]

if anyone knew teagan, they knew that she wasn’t the ‘relationship’ type, meaning that when someone she didn’t even know was pretty much stalking her to try and get a chance to ask her out, she had to put an end to it. however, her being her meant that she was going to do it in a way that was fun to her. she quickly made her way over to someone she knew, wrapping her arms around theirs with a sickeningly sweet smile. “i need you to pretend to be my significant other for a few, got it?” she asked, making it seem like she was talking about something else. “i might have someone following me who thinks they have a chance with me and i want them to leave me alone. i’ll buy you drinks if you go along, okay?”

[harpcr-blog]

chilling out and minding her own business, she jumped when she felt arms suddenly wrapped around her. she would’ve screamed, but the familiar voice made her close her mouth before a scream could leave her lips. nodding at teagan’s explanation, harper leaned back into teagan to help increase their act. “are you sure someone’s following you? or are you drunk and i just can’t smell the booze in your breath?” harper asked quietly, but compiling to the role as her fake girlfriend nonetheless. “even if you don’t have someone following you, though, i still want the free drinks." she said. “can we hit up the new club that opened two blocks over from my apartment? it’s supposed to be banging and with a new and upcoming dj.” 

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“unpopular opinion,” jemma began, taking a sip from the rapidly cooling green tea in her cup. “—but i’m actually REALLY glad that award season is over. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i love getting dressed up every weekend to stand in a congratulatory circle-jerk with the rest of hollywood as much as the next guy, but maybe now we can all get back to work instead.”

[harpcr-blog]

with a coffee cup in one hand and her phone in another, harper looked up from her phone to pay attention to what jemma was saying. “i get what you mean, jem.” she nodded in agreement. “award season is fun and dressing up is my favorite thing about it, but having to clap for people who you don’t think should’ve won is so tiring. and then having to act fake and congratulate them for the win that should’ve gone to someone else makes me lose 10 years.” she shook her head and rolled her eyes in annoyance. “but now it’s over and we can focus on work and have less flops during filming because we actually had the time to memorize our lines. although, i’m not one to talk considering i’ve keep flopping the past two scenes.”

[mcrgots]

unfortunately, today was not the best for odette. her coffee order was completely wrong (and it obviously wasn’t the end of the world until everything else went wild), she spilled that wrong coffee order all over her script, and now she couldn’t find her phone. “hey, can you call my phone? i can’t find it anywhere.” she mumbled, now ruffling through her purse and not even bothering to look up to notice who was in front of her.

[harpcr-blog]

harper was reading over her script when she glanced up and saw her friend, odette, not very far from her. she was tired of reading lines over and over again, so she got up and walked over to her. just as she was about to say hi, harper stopped herself and changed her response. “your phone? yeah, sure!” she nodded and called the girls phone. she pressed “call mobile” and waited to hear a ringtone or vibration. “did you find? or feel it? is it in your bag? if not, then i can help you look for it? i’m too bored to go over my lines again.

[harpcr-blog]

ronnie hadn’t expected someone from reaching for jupiter to stroll onto their set hence the harshness of her tone. her cast and crew were used to how temperamental she could get when she was under a deadline. at the sound of harper’s voice, she cleared her throat and nodded. “ sorry, didn’t mean to snap. you know how it can be, ” ronnie said with a vague gesture as she shifted the papers around her, scanning them quickly in search of a specific page. she snorted softly at the mental image conjured up by harper’s words. ronnie was almost positive harper could convince anyone of anything by sheer power of looks but she didn’t say that. “ i’m sure you did. i’m not so much trying to write the script as i am waiting for the writer’s to finish so i can properly block out the scenes and make sure the sets are set up properly. i appreciate the offer though. ”

harper nodded in understanding and sat down on the floor opposite of ronnie. she picked up one of the many scattered papers and skimmed it before putting it back down to look at ronnie. “i did. it was beautiful. i had on a blonde wig, blue contacts, and an outfit that looked like something steve rogers would wear when he was undercover. you know, basic jacket, beanie, and sun glasses.” she explained. “you’d think that they’d know it was fake because i was wearing sun glasses when the sun wasn’t even out, but i got them nonetheless.” she stated proudly. when she heard that she couldn’t do much to help ronnie, harper nodded and just sat there, watching ronnie and wondering what she should do now. she didn’t know if crowns was filming right now and she still had a couple of hours until she was needed at juptier’s. “so... what scenes are you waiting for?” harper asked trying to create conversation. “is it romance? is it action filled? are we finally gonna know who got the crown?” 

[harpcr-blog]

rhea: omg…. does ur heart flutter 2 wow #deep rhea: I JUST WANTED TO LOOK CUTE FOR U BAE IM SORRY rhea: if u hair isn’t long enough n the iron is too big then it only gives u little flips!!!!!!!! im an expert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! rhea: omg stop u need to come in today i want to see u :( i’ll bully the hair ladies to quit if they get mad at u :(  rhea: OK OPHELIA’S MAKES IT POP not her own u freak leave my child rayna alone  rhea: WTF I WAS ABOUT TO CRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH i can’t believe we’re the realest otp i’m going to screen shot that and feed it to twitter. rhea: ok but we’re never going to get to set if we cuddle bc i wont want to stop spooning u…. we’re gonna get fired bc i’m going to move into ur bed  rhea: but it’s worth it plus ur hair is soft 

harper: my heart flutters n the butterflies have pretty much built a home in my stomach and has also begun to repopulate harper: ITS CUTE BUT THE LIES??? I THOGUHT OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS ABOVE THE LIES I GUESS NOT THO harper: if ur an expert can u curl my hair instead bc like.. .if my hair stays looking like a mess im just calling in sick saying i have bronchitis or something like im not tryna let hair  know they were right when they said i couldnt do my hair myself harper: thats why u need to come to ME !! and save the damsel in DISTRESS !!!! i could walk in with a bun but like ?? i cant barely make a pun without it being lop sided like how am i supposed to survive on my own if i cant even do my hair harper: imagine if rayna’s bedhead chic hair actually made her own pussy pop like imagine being that hot??? cant u relate to that bc damn mami harper: feed it to twitter n then update our fan account for our ship we gotta give them new juicy details u know like we cant just keep them high n dry when we’re low n wet u feel me harper: ….. we’d get fired for a good cause that i’m 1/10 willing to do like… that sounds so cute n loving… spoon me 4ever pls harper: i think we should both call in today saying we both got bronchitis and then we cant get fired?? harper: ACTUALLY LETS JUST HAVE THEM FILM IN MY ROOM AND THE ENTIRE SCENE IS JUST RAYNA AND OPHELIA SPOONING N SLEEPING TOGEHTER LIKE HONESTLY WHO WOULDNT WANT TO WATCH THEIR OTP DO THAT?? harper: AND WE’RE HOT AS FUCK TOO SO I MEAN??? 

[juicycouturevelourtracksuit]

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[harpcr-blog]

dfosifjlkm i’m so sorry ive been busy with school and scholarships because they have to be submitted soon, but i’ll be on tomorrow to do my replies and also reply to starters !!!! love u all vvvvvv much 

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[harpcr-blog]

blaise: sorry it probs went missing after my last make out session blaise: i’d like to say i came to terms with my ‘ratty ass’ but i’d be lying… .. blaise: ik i’m fucking desirable considering i have /thousands/ of fan accounts run by tweens that worship my looks  blaise: i mean nothing’s better than having a bunch of prepubescent people defend my sorry ass they’re all troopers

harper: u lost it after a make out session?? y’all know u just gotta kiss and not like.. eat each others faces like harper: its eat her out right not let her eat ur lip off  harper: how is ophelia supposed to be best friends with rowan when he doesnt even have an upper lip harper: r they even considered fan accounts when its u and ur family members running them like... blaise... honey... its ok we know .... harper: why did u have to say prepubescent people instead of just saying tweens like harper: ok mr. harvard w ur big words 

[harpcr-blog]

diana: u only think im hot bc tiddies :((( diana: no i’m a cloud and ur a beautiful rainbow and the pot of gold is ur hair bc it’s shiny  diana: ur smooth af bb i’m impressed  diana: HE WAS AN ALLEY CAT….no? no. i didn’t go to college. diana: now how the hell could i guest star on jupiter when ya’ll IN SPACE HOW DID I GET THERE diana: let’s just have some fun outside of work what do ya say ;) diana: um now tf??? we’re obviously the pioneers this industry has been looking for diana: i’ve never seen ANYONE more fashionable than us like…it’s impossible

harper: ur wrong :((( i think ur hot bc of ur ass ;))) harper: i thought i was smooth but turns out we both are but maybe its bc we grew up together n rubbed off on each others smoothness harper: HE WAS AN ARISTROCAT !!!! THE ONLY ALLEY CAT WAS THE GUY WHO WAS TRYNA SLIDE ON THE DUCHESS U FAKE DISNEY FAN  harper: lISTEN I GOT IT !! ur chara is someone on the ship or whatever and suddenly they’re important to the show for that day bc they’re some past lover of ophelia’s aka my chara n then they reunite for that episode  harper: and then she can become irrelevant again bc like... i got a #rahelia ship to protect n keep at peace u know what i’m saying  harper: have some fun outside of work ;) r we gonna build blanket forts ;)  harper: we’re pioneers... woah we’re so fucking brilliant like the industry is really being blessed with us for saving the current generation of this industry js harper: legit like?? we’re also lookin pussy poppin’ and if thats not enough or considered high fashion fashionistas then idk what it is 

[offshorehqs]

it had been the sole counting down of minutes before the inevitable OUTCOME of events ; the writer’s block. his brown hues were fixated on the laptop screen in front of him, aimlessly wandering over the empty, bright white pages of the document in front of him, which — in any other case — would be covered in thoughts, ideas, dialogue and words within a split second and a seemingly natural movement of his FINGERS. today was the mere exception to the rule. despite the earlier days of peaked inspiration and restless nights due to the outburts of ideas bottled up within the limited space of his mind, his thoughts were as empty as the pages on the screen. and it INFURIATED him, it drove him insane to the extent where his fingers were buried into the dark locks of his hair, pulling on the ends as he begged for something, anything to appear in order to make the EMPTINESS be replaced by a spark of his thought process. nothing. nothing happened. it was the sigh slioping past his lips that pulled the brunet from his own little world, his empty little world, back into the reality of the set with the crowds of people wandering around, with the seemingly ENDLESS possibilities of stories. nothing. still nothing. it were the final groan that indicated max’s end of the battle with himself over the script he was writing, settling for a gulp of the black coffee that stood by the side of the desk he sat at, before his eyes met the gaze of the familiar set of hues opposite of him.

[harpcr-blog]

with nothing to do and everyone being too busy to give her attention, harper wandered around aimlessly trying to find something to do. she didn’t have scenes to film until the sun goes down and she’d been cooped up in her trailer for the past hour rehearsing lines that she now knew to the very last dot. walking off the filming sets and heading towards the offices, harper walked into the building trying to find someone that would entertain until she was needed else where. as she was walking down a hall, she heard a groan and followed the noise only to find her neighbor, max. “you good, max?” she asked him, peeking her head inside the doorway before walking into his office and going in front of his desk. “whatcha doin? are you writing? are you struggling? are you having writers block?” harper asked him question after question. “do you need help writing? i can help your writers block go away if that’s why you’re groaning!” she offered. “unless you’re groaning because of something else, then i don’t know if i can help with that, but i can find someone who can.” 

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the handle of the pastel pink bubble wand in her grasp is shaped like a tiara, presumably because the item was marketed for, well, children. nevertheless, here violetta was; she’s stumbled upon a good ol’ metaphorical basket of lemons, and now, she’s making lemonade. bringing the wand to her lips, she then proceeded to blow, sending a litter of bubbles into the air. a soft smile makes itself at home on her expression. lord knows how long this goes on for — until, suddenly, she senses someone else’s presence. jolting, the brunette turned, slightly paler than before. “…they’re a stress reliever.”

[harpcr-blog]

having had just finished makeup and wardrobe, harper was relieved to get some fresh air and out of the busy trailer where hands were constantly grabbing, tugging, and/or touching you. while she got fresh air like she wanted, she also got bubbles, which she was happy about, but wasn’t quite sure where they were coming from. nonetheless, harper found herself popping the bubbles like a child, running after the ones that went too far and jumping for the ones that were too high. as she was running around trying to pop all the bubbles she could see, harper found the one behind the bubbles-- violetta. “hey, i’m not here to judge” she smiled and raised her hands up as a sign of peace. “it’s a good stress reliever and honestly? i’m all for it.” harper said and popped a bubble that was coming near her. “where’d you get the bubbles, vi? because if they’re giving them out, then i definitely want one.” 

[rcmvnced-deactivated20190721]

icarus james had many a weakness. here’s a short list of things that regularly make him weak in the knees: any movie with bill murray, husky puppies, strawberry milk, aesthetically pleasing water bongs, uma thurman circa the nineties, etc, etc. but one weakness that the blond preferred to keep on the down low was his irrevocable love of small, innocent children. so when the little girl who was staying with her grandmother, the kind, if not slightly nosy, old lady from upstairs insisted upon making him a flower crown for him to wear to work that day… well, how the hell was he expected to say no to her rosy cheeks, curly hair and almost comically large, pleading eyes ? the answer was: he didn’t. so there he was- lanky and long-limbed as ever, hair starting to curl in front of his eyes from not cutting it in so long and a head covered in multi-coloured flowers. he looked ridiculous, quite frankly. in the best, most adorable of ways, of course. he scowled at the first person who saw them and shook an angry finger at them before they even got a word in- “ one god damn word and i swear to god… ” icarus may have known that his threat was as empty as an alcoholic’s bottle after midday but the other person didn’t have to, as far as he was concerned.

[harpcr-blog]

with nothing new going on at the set of reaching for jupiter, harper was sat in her chair rehearsing her lines and waiting to be called down to film her next scene. she looked up from the pages to take a quick look at the sky because she’d been looking down for way too long, but as she looked up, a very familiar (and unpleasant) boy caught her attention. “icarus?” she said softly, confused and unsure whether or not the blond boy wearing the colorful flower crown really was icarus, but when he opened his mouth to give out a threat, she knew it was him and the laughter just came tumbling out of her mouth. “oh my god! icarus!” she said as she laughed. harper loved flower crowns, but seeing them on icarus was a funny sight. she was used to him being the bad influence & ex type of guy, but seeing him with a colorful flower crown took her by a pleasant surprise. “do you know what you’re wearing? you know theres a flower crown on your head right?" she asked in between giggles. “like, it’s cute, but i didn’t know you were the type?” 

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[ohmyklaus]

Best of the Mikaelsons on TVD - 42 / ∞

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[oliviaabrks-blog]

“hey, can i ask you for a favor?” Diana smiled meekly at the other, a look of slight panic in her eyes as she walked towards them. on her hands was a dark red substance that looked adhesive to the touch. “it’s fake blood, don’t worry. i was shooting a scene,” she assured, turning her back to the person of interest. “could you, um, take off my necklace? i would, but…you know.”

[harpcr-blog]

to no surprise, harper found herself near the snack table. she was stuffing her face with the mini sandwiches when she turned her attention to diana, her childhood friend who now had some dark red substance all over her hands. she swallowed the food in her mouth as she tilted her head to give diana a questioning stare and nodded in understanding when the girl said it was only fake blood from filming. “i mean, your hands are covered, not broken, but i guess...” harper said sarcastically. she wiped her hands on her jeans and then stepped closer to the girl so she could take off her necklace. “what do you want me to do with it?” harper asked as she held the necklace after undoing the lock. “i’d give it to you, but i’m pretty sure you don’t want fake blood all over it from your hands.”